Althea stands by the massive, rose-petal-covered bed in Ethan’s bedroom. She has dropped her heavy lace gown, standing only in a sheer white robe that looks so expensive. She looks perfect. She looks like a bride.Ethan stands by the window, his back to her, staring out at the dark grounds of the estate. He hasn't even taken off his tuxedo jacket."It’s our wedding night, Ethan," Althea says, her voice soft, reaching for a warmth that isn't there.She walks toward him. Her bare feet make no sound on the polished marble. She reaches out, her small, manicured hands sliding over the dark wool of his shoulders. She presses her body against his back, rising on her tiptoes, her cheek resting between his shoulder blades."We won," she whispers, her hands beginning to roam over his chest. "The merger is going to be signed in the next meeting. Our families are finally one. We can stop fighting now."“I’m not fighting with you, Althea. I adore you,” Ethan replies, his voice flat, devoid of
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