The Day Of The Wedding

The first thing Aria Monroe noticed was the silence.

It was wrong.

A wedding morning should never be this quiet.

There should have been laughter spilling down the grand staircase, the rustle of silk dresses, the clinking of champagne glasses, her sister’s high-pitched voice barking orders at the makeup artists. There should have been music, chaos, excitement—something.

Instead, the mansion felt like a grave.

Aria paused at the foot of the stairs, her fingers tightening around the tray of untouched tea she had been asked to bring upstairs. Even the servants moved differently, whispering instead of speaking, their footsteps careful, as though afraid to disturb something fragile… or dangerous.

A cold feeling crept up her spine.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

She turned toward the bridal suite, her heart beginning to pound with quiet dread. The double doors were slightly open, a sliver of tension leaking through the gap. Voices—low, urgent, and sharp—cut through the silence.

“…What do you mean she’s gone?!”

That was her mother.

Aria froze.

“I’m telling you, madam, Miss Selena is not in her room,” a trembling voice replied. “Her phone is off, and—”

A loud crash interrupted the sentence.

Aria flinched.

“You useless idiots!” her mother snapped. “How can a bride disappear on her wedding day?! Do you have any idea who she’s marrying?!”

Aria’s grip on the tray tightened so hard her knuckles turned white.

Selena… gone?

That made no sense.

Her sister had been obsessed with this wedding for months. No—years. Ever since the engagement to Adrian Blackwood was announced, Selena had made it her entire personality. The dresses, the venues, the guest list—everything had to be perfect.

There was no way she would just disappear.

Unless—

Aria’s thoughts cut off as her father’s voice joined in, colder, more controlled.

“Panicking won’t solve anything,” he said. “We need to think.”

“Think?” her mother let out a hysterical laugh. “The Blackwood family is already on their way! Guests are arriving! If Adrian finds out—”

She stopped abruptly.

Even without seeing her, Aria could imagine the fear on her mother’s face.

Everyone feared Adrian Blackwood.

The man wasn’t just rich—he was powerful in a way that made people lower their voices when they spoke his name. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

And today… he was supposed to become her brother-in-law.

A chill ran through Aria.

She shifted slightly, the tray rattling faintly in her hands.

Inside the room, the voices went quiet.

Too quiet.

Then—

“Who’s there?”

Aria’s breath caught.

The door swung open before she could move.

Her mother stood there, eyes sharp and wild, her perfectly styled hair slightly out of place. Behind her, Aria caught a glimpse of the room—dresses scattered, makeup kits overturned, the bridal gown hanging untouched like a ghost in the corner.

“Aria,” her mother said slowly.

That tone.

Aria knew it.

It wasn’t affection.

It was calculation.

“I—I brought tea,” Aria said softly, lifting the tray slightly.

Her mother didn’t even glance at it.

Instead, her gaze dragged over Aria, from head to toe, as though seeing her for the first time.

Aria shifted uncomfortably.

“Come inside,” her father said.

It wasn’t a request.

Aria stepped in.

The air in the room was suffocating.

Her mother closed the door behind her with a quiet click that sounded far too final.

Aria swallowed. “What happened to Selena?”

No one answered immediately.

Her father exchanged a glance with her mother.

Then—

“She’s gone,” her mother said flatly.

Aria blinked. “Gone… where?”

“We don’t know,” her father replied. “And right now, that doesn’t matter.”

Aria frowned. “Of course it matters—she’s the bride—”

“Yes,” her mother snapped, stepping closer. “She is the bride.”

Her eyes locked onto Aria’s.

“And if she doesn’t show up…”

Something in her expression made Aria’s stomach drop.

“No,” Aria whispered, shaking her head instinctively. “No, don’t—”

“You’re going to take her place.”

The words hit like a slap.

For a second, Aria couldn’t breathe.

“What?” she said, her voice barely audible.

Her mother’s expression hardened. “You heard me.”

Aria let out a shaky laugh. “That’s not funny.”

“This is not a joke.”

Aria looked between them, her chest tightening. “You can’t be serious. I’m not Selena. Adrian will notice immediately—everyone will!”

“He won’t,” her father said calmly.

Aria stared at him. “How—”

“The veil,” her mother cut in. “The ceremony will be short. The guests are seated far enough. By the time anything is questioned, it will already be done.”

Aria’s heart began to race.

“Done?” she repeated. “You mean… married?”

“Yes.”

“No.” Aria took a step back. “No, I’m not doing this.”

Her mother’s eyes darkened.

“You don’t have a choice.”

“I do,” Aria said, her voice trembling but firm. “This is insane. You’re asking me to lie to one of the most powerful men in the country. Do you know what he could do if he finds out?”

“We know exactly what he could do,” her father said quietly.

“And that is precisely why this wedding must go on.”

Aria shook her head, panic rising in her chest. “Then cancel it! Say Selena is sick, say anything—”

“And destroy this family?” her mother snapped. “Do you think the Blackwoods will accept excuses? Do you think Adrian Blackwood is the kind of man you can humiliate publicly and walk away from?”

Aria fell silent.

Because… no.

He wasn’t.

Everyone knew that.

Her mother stepped closer, lowering her voice.

“If this wedding doesn’t happen, we lose everything.”

Aria’s throat tightened.

“Our business deals, our reputation, our future—it all depends on this marriage,” her father added. “Selena has already done enough damage by disappearing. Don’t make it worse.”

Aria’s hands trembled at her sides.

“This isn’t my responsibility,” she whispered.

“No,” her mother agreed softly.

Then her expression turned cold.

“But you will bear it anyway.”

Aria looked up, her chest aching.

“Please,” she said. “Don’t do this to me.”

For a brief moment, something flickered in her mother’s eyes.

Then it vanished.

“Get her ready,” she said to the stylists waiting nervously by the wall.

Two women rushed forward immediately.

Aria stumbled back. “No—wait—”

Strong hands caught her arms.

“Let go of me!” she struggled, panic flooding her veins. “I’m not doing this! You can’t force me—”

Her father’s voice cut through sharply.

“Enough.”

Aria froze.

He stepped closer, his gaze cold and unyielding.

“You will do this,” he said, “because you are a Monroe.”

Her chest tightened painfully.

“And Monroes do not disgrace their family.”

Tears burned behind her eyes.

Family.

That word had always meant sacrifice.

But this—

This felt like being thrown into a fire.

Her resistance slowly crumbled under the weight of their expectations, their pressure, their cold determination.

Her hands fell still.

The room seemed to close in around her.

“…Fine,” she whispered.

Her mother’s lips curved faintly in satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

---

An hour later, Aria barely recognized herself.

The girl staring back at her in the mirror looked like a bride.

The dress fit perfectly—too perfectly, as though it had always been meant for her. Layers of delicate lace clung to her figure, the long train spilling across the floor like something out of a dream.

A dream that wasn’t hers.

Her hair had been styled, her makeup flawless, her face softened into something elegant and beautiful.

And utterly trapped.

Aria stared at her reflection, her heart heavy in her chest.

This isn’t real.

It couldn’t be.

But the weight of the dress, the tightness in her throat, the distant sound of guests gathering below…

It was all too real.

A veil was placed gently over her head, soft fabric falling over her face.

Blurring her world.

Hiding her.

“Perfect,” her mother said, stepping back to admire her.

Aria didn’t respond.

She couldn’t.

“Remember,” her mother continued, her voice low and firm, “say nothing unless necessary. Keep your head down. The ceremony will be quick.”

Aria swallowed.

“And after that?”

Her mother’s expression flickered.

“After that,” she said, “you are his wife.”

The words settled heavily in the air.

Aria’s chest tightened.

His wife.

To a man who didn’t even know her name.

A knock sounded at the door.

“It’s time.”

Everything inside Aria went still.

The moment had come.

---

The grand hall was filled with people.

Aria could hear them—the low hum of conversation, the soft music playing, the shuffle of movement as guests took their seats.

Every step she took felt like walking deeper into a trap.

Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the bouquet, the scent of flowers suddenly overwhelming.

At the end of the aisle…

He stood there.

Tall. Still. Commanding.

Even from a distance, Adrian Blackwood’s presence was impossible to ignore.

The black suit fit him perfectly, sharp lines emphasizing his broad shoulders and powerful frame. His dark hair was neatly styled, his expression unreadable.

Cold.

So cold it sent a shiver through her.

Aria’s breath hitched.

She couldn’t see his eyes clearly through the veil.

But she felt them.

Watching her.

Studying her.

As though something… wasn’t right.

Her heart began to pound.

Does he know?

The music swelled.

There was no turning back now.

“Walk,” her mother whispered from behind her.

Aria’s feet moved.

One step.

Then another.

The aisle stretched endlessly before her, each second dragging out like a lifetime.

Every eye in the room was on her.

Judging.

Watching.

Waiting.

Her pulse roared in her ears.

And yet—

All she could feel…

Was him.

Standing at the end of her fate.

As she drew closer, the air seemed to grow heavier.

Colder.

His gaze sharpened.

Even through the veil, she could feel it—piercing, intense, dangerous.

Her fingers tightened around the bouquet.

Something was wrong.

He knew.

He had to know.

Her breath grew shallow as she finally reached him.

They stood face to face.

So close now.

Too close.

The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them in a suffocating silence.

Slowly—

He reached out.

His gloved fingers lifted the edge of her veil just slightly.

Not enough to reveal her face.

Just enough to see.

To confirm.

Aria’s heart slammed violently against her chest.

For a brief moment, everything stopped.

And then—

His lips curved.

Not into a smile.

But something far more dangerous.

A knowing smirk.

And in a low voice only she could hear, he said—

“Interesting.”

Aria’s blood ran cold.

Because in that single word…

She realized the truth.

He knew.

And he was letting it happen.