“Sweetheart, I heard you had a fight with Elias?” my mother asked gently as I opened the door for her.I was so frustrated I couldn’t sleep. It was already midnight, yet sleep refused to come.“Where did you hear that from?” I asked, irritated but still respectful in tone. No matter how upset I was, I didn’t want to be rude to my mother just because I was angry at that man.“Elias,” she replied with a sigh. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I truly don’t know what else to do. I’ve argued with your father countless times, begging him to call off the wedding, but he refuses. He insists it’s for your own good… for your future.”I fell silent. I knew that already. But why did it still hurt so much to realize that my parents were willing to trade their child’s happiness just to save the company?We had relatives who owned their own businesses. They could have asked them for help. But instead of swallowing their pride and seeking assistance, they chose to marry me off to someone I didn’t even know. A
I slammed the car door shut with a force that echoed through the quiet parking lot of our mansion, the sound slicing through the night like a warning shot. I didn’t wait for him to be courteous enough to open it for me—he’d lost that privilege the moment he opened his mouth earlier.The car hadn’t even come to a full stop, yet I was already reaching for the handle, desperate to escape. I stepped out on my own, my heels clicking against the pavement, each step fueled by fury. I couldn’t bear another second inside that suffocating space with him.Ugh. Damn him. Damn his arrogance. Damn his assumptions. Damn the way he made me feel like I was the villain in a story I didn’t even write.I was the one who swallowed my pride. I was the one who spent the entire ride rehearsing my apology, trying to find the right words to make things right. I felt guilty—genuinely guilty—about how I behaved earlier. I knew I’d crossed a line, and I was ready to own up to it.But just when I was prepared to t
I woke up the next morning with a scowl already plastered on my face. I didn’t even bother fixing it. What for? I already knew what kind of day it was going to be. Another round of wedding planning. Another day pretending everything was fine.Wasn’t yesterday enough? We spent hours going over details—venues, food, flowers. I thought we were done. But apparently, there were still things to “finalize.” I was so irritated I couldn’t even bring myself to smile at anyone in the house. I just wanted to stay in bed and disappear.Honestly, if I could back out of my own wedding, I would. No hesitation. No second thoughts. I’d walk away and never look back.But of course, it wasn’t that simple.While I was lost in my thoughts, Elias leaned in and whispered, clearly annoyed, “Can you stop frowning? My aunts have been watching you since earlier. If you’re really against this whole wedding, we can just cancel it. But don’t forget… your company’s the one that’ll take the hit.”I blinked, confused
I shoved him away with deliberate force, my breath hitching and my eyes flashing in sheer frustration. I could barely contain the anger that surged within me, and my pulse raced uncontrollably.The weight of this entire situation had pushed me past the edge, and I was now staring at him with fire in my gaze.What on earth does he think he’s doing? Who in their right mind behaves this way when both parties are clearly against it? He acts as though I initiated all of this, as if I’m the mastermind behind a union neither of us desires.The nerve of him, speaking like he’s the victim, when I never even asked for this arrangement. I don’t even know him well, and to be honest, I don’t want to.“Then why don’t you cancel it?” I snapped, my arms now tightly crossed over my chest, adding weight to my words. “Find a way to make sure the wedding doesn’t happen. Do something about it instead of acting like a martyr.”He let out a dry, forced laugh, the kind that lacked any trace of genuine amusem
“What are you doing here?” I snapped, halting mid-step the moment I saw him—Elias, effortlessly sprawled across the couch like it was his throne. The last person I wanted to see. The one name I swore I wouldn't let through the door. He looked shamelessly comfortable, as if he belonged in that living room more than I did. Legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, eyes scanning the ceiling like he hadn’t just walked into a storm. And somehow, the silence around him felt loud. It made everything in the room tilt in his favor. “Don’t worry. You’re not the reason I came,” he said flatly, refusing to meet my gaze—his voice as cold and polished as ever. I scoffed, letting out a bitter laugh. Oh, brilliant. So now he wasn’t just a flirt—he came with the emotional availability of a broken vending machine. The nerve. The effortless arrogance. Elias knew how to crawl under my skin without lifting a finger. “Elias.” My mother’s voice interrupted, soft but strained. We b
I sat there, quiet. My eyes fluttered shut. Honestly, after what I witnessed last night—Elias scrolling through his phone during dinner, totally tuned out—I wasn’t shocked by what Haze had just said. It barely registered as new information. I already knew the kind of guy he was.But still… my reputation?That’s what kept echoing in my mind, louder than anything. I didn’t want whispers floating around that my husband was seen with some other girl while I was still legally married to him. Whether or not I cared about his romantic life—which, frankly, I didn’t—the reality was, his actions would reflect directly on me.I wasn’t signing up for love or loyalty. I wasn’t even expecting it. But respect? That’s the least I wanted. And Elias… didn’t seem capable of even that.“I can’t do anything if he’s addicted to flirting, Haze. But… I really don’t want to get married,” I admitted, my voice cracking under the weight of emotions I’d been bottling up. “I mean… I’ve never even had a boyfriend.