My Broken Star-crossed Marriage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damian sat at the head of the table, his expression hard. When he saw me, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, but more than that was a restless irritation—he had lost control of the situation. I didn't look at him. I stepped into the center of the chamber, holding the decree high, sweeping my gaze across the room. Finally, it rested on Damian. "Damian," I said, my voice low but carrying through the hall. "You broke the vows you made to me, to my father, and to the Silvermoon pack. Now you want me to sign this document to legitimize your marriage to a new Luna."

All her belongings were gone as if she had never existed. "No…" Out of nowhere, Kaden felt a pain shoot up from the depths of his soul. His wolf roared and thrashed in an attempt to break free from his body. It was clear evidence that the mate bond had been broken by force. "Argh!" Kaden howled in devastation, the sound waves shattering the bedroom windows. It dawned on him that Seraphina was not joking. She had left him, never to be found again. Falling on all fours, Kaden struggled to crawl to the dressing table. There, a black obsidian jewelry box remained. It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago.

In a little while, we're afraid we'll have to ask you to wipe him from head to toe as the rite that stands in for the wedding night. Raphael's portrait wore that same cocky smile, and the thought of facing his body alone sent a chill through me. But I remembered my last life. Marrying Felix meant there was no one to resolve our family's finances. After all, he'd only taken advantage of the situation and driven us to bankruptcy. Dad had even ended up dead. With the Roosevelts behind me now, at least Dad could live. I clenched my jaw, steeling myself. I just wanted to get it over with. "Where's Raphael? Let's start."

As if my broken marriage was just another thing on a legal form. After Blackwood left, I stared at the ceiling and tried to remember who I used to be. Just three years ago, I was Izabela Romano, set to take over one of the biggest companies in Europe. I gave all of that up for a man who promised me forever, but instead he betrayed me. The irony wasn't lost on me. I left behind a fortune to marry a rich guy, only to find out that money can't buy everything—like loyalty, honesty, or the decency to break up with someone before moving on to someone else.

“You never run unless there’s something you’re afraid to face. And right now, it’s not your career you’re scared of, it’s being irrelevant to him.” I looked away. “He moved on, Natasha. He found someone else. You left him. You broke him. And now that he doesn’t fall at your feet, you’re unraveling.” My chest burned. “Maybe I regret it. Maybe I want to see if anything’s left of us.” She scoffed. “There’s nothing left. Just ashes. You think he’s sitting around waiting for your grand return? He got married, Nat. He built a life that doesn’t include you.”

The air grew colder, denser, as if the walls remembered too much. Inside was a locked door. He opened it with a key from around his neck. In the room sat a woman. Older. Ragged. Her hair wild, her expression vacant and feral. Her fingers twitched, brushing the curtains. She stared at Anna and laughed—a broken, hollow sound. "Grace Poole," Kingsley said softly. "My wife. My secret. My shame." Anna’s heart pounded. "Wife?" He nodded. "We married young. Too young. I didn’t know about the illness then. It crept in. Took her mind piece by piece. I tried everything. But her condition—it’s dangerous. The fire tonight... it was her. She wanders when she isn’t watched."

And in that moment, standing beneath his smirk and the weight of five years of grief, she realized something terrifying: She had walked back into the arms of the storm. “What rules?” Marceline asked, her voice brittle as glass, but her spine steel. Cross smiled—a slow, dangerous smile that curled with arrogance and amusement. He leaned back on the leather couch like a king on a throne, lounging in his own cruelty. “Rule number one: This is just a marriage of convenience,” he said, voice silk-wrapped steel. She blinked, stunned, as the air in the room thickened. “Rule number two: You’re not allowed to get physically attached to any other male. Ever.”

I watched him walk away, leaving me standing there, alone with the haunting realization that my life had just been ripped from my hands. But the worst part? I didn’t know how to get it back. "Did I just marry a man who sees me as a possession rather than a wife?"

I moved forward to touch him but he pushed me aside again. "I fought with my mother when she said you were after my money because I believed when you said you weren't. I am such a fool. People whispered behind my back, saying how marrying a waitress was a disgrace to my family and my name, but I still ignored everyone and picked a fight with whoever would suggest such an idea because I loved you. But you didn't give a damn, did you? You just wanted my money." "No! Adam, please listen to me I..." He raised his hand indicating me to stop speaking "No I don't want to hear a word. Get out. JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF MY HOUSE"

Hell, could we even sustain this marriage? There were no sure answers, obviously. What I was sure of was that things could never be the same again. “Fuck,” I cursed. She had assured me they were only close now because they had been apart for many years. She told me there was nothing going on, that I was mistaken about the supposed feelings Bryce had for her. She told me not to worry. Was she lying then? I was devastated and my thoughts weren’t helping. I had to get away and find a way to forget everything even if it was only for a while.