Forced to Marry My Bully
His whisper brushed against my ear, and he knew exactly why I was trembling.
"I’ll take you to pick out a wedding dress later, okay?"
I managed to steady my trembling, but a bitter laugh escaped my lips.
Who would have thought that the man who once pushed me into the abyss was now gently telling me he wanted to take me to pick out a wedding dress?
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Ethan took me to a boutique located in a private villa.
The crystal chandelier reflected dazzling light, illuminating the wedding dresses displayed on mannequins, making them sparkle.
I had no interest in looking or choosing a dress. I let Ethan and the designer discuss which style to customize for me while the assistant measured my body dimensio