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she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

After what seemed like an eternity, Scott finally opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion, "But she… She was the one who acted coldly to me and ignored me in the first place… "We'd only been married for a month, and she already stopped loving me. I tried so hard, but she wouldn't say much to me at all… I-If we had talked more, then…" Mary immediately cut him off, "Oh, shut up! Are you going to stand there and tell me that you cheated because she was giving you the cold shoulder? Did you think that she stopped talking to you because she didn't love you? Well, you're wrong!" "Then why did she?"

mysterious bride. "Silas! Over here! Give us a smile!" "Elena, look at the camera! Is it true you're a Rossi from the old woodcarving bloodline?" Silas didn't hesitate. He wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. His hand splayed across my hip, his fingers digging slightly into the emerald silk. It wasn't a hug; it was a "Claiming." It was a message sent to every lens: This is mine. Touch it and you burn.

he continued, his eyes finally meeting hers with a blunt, exhausting honesty. "You can post as many pictures as you want. You can tell your father whatever makes you sleep at night. But don't mistake my silence for consent, and don't ever think that a ceremony will change the fact that I feel absolutely nothing for you." He let go of her wrists and stepped back into the shadows of the driveway, leaving her standing alone. The silence in the aftermath of his words was deafening. Beatrice stood paralyzed, her mouth slightly agape, the carefully constructed mask of the "blushing bride-to-be" shattering in the cold night air.

I slide the wedding band onto his finger, letting my touch linger. The priest turns. "Do you, Bruno Sanchez, take Cecily Baxter as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish...?" Silence. "Your answer, please...," the priest whispers when Bruno's silence becomes awkwardly disturbing. Still nothing. A chill creeps up my spine. I slowly raise my eyes to his. Why was he quiet? "Bruno, please say something," I whisper. "Mr. Bruno Sanchez, the congregation is waiting." The priest's firm tone does the trick.

[PART II] "Do you take Vladimir Perazzo as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The room fell into complete silence, save for the hushed whispers exchanged among the onlookers witnessing the most extravagant wedding ever held in the underworld. The silence weighed heavily on Vladimir, sending a shiver down his spine.

They surely never did. That marriage hadn’t settled into its rhythm yet. The merger bride. She was meant to stay silent, just smile. Not speak up. Just be seen there, adding nothing loud. Her role? Decorative. Present but never pushing forward. Expected to take space without filling it. Just then, when chairs scraped back and voices trailed off, Ethan shifted his gaze - locking eyes with mine over the stretch of polished wood. A quiet stretch filled his look, reaching far beyond now. Searching. Intense.

An irritating female voice snapped in the background. “Keep quiet, Janet before you will get us killed!" Williams sneered at the previous voice. “Sir... it's..." “Don't speak." I silenced him, still focused on the woman before me. I stretched out my sweaty hand, trying hard not to melt into a disgrace before my bride. For the first time in my life, I was nervous about a person and it was a woman. “May I do the honors to be your husband?" I swallowed hard, shocked by the gentleness in my voice.

"The company, the inheritance, decades of legal precedent built entirely on the assumption Eleanor only ever had one son." "And if we do not," she said, "your aunt destroys our marriage anyway trying to protect a secret that was never actually ours to bury in the first place." I looked at her for a long moment, the woman who had walked into a boardroom eleven days before a deadline and somehow changed the entire shape of my life since. "You are right," I said finally. "We have spent this entire marriage learning the same lesson from two different directions. Silence never protects anyone. It only postpones the damage."

So I’m your wife in one world and a stranger in the other. “Yes.” And if I don’t agree to that. “You already did,” I said. “The moment you put on that ring.” I nodded toward the folder still open in her lap. “There’s a clause on the third page you should read carefully. If you’re ever the one to file for divorce, for any reason, you forfeit two billion dollars to me. Not the other way around. I wanted that clear before you signed anything, not buried where you’d find it later and call it a trick.”