The wedding hall was filled with lights, flowers, and whispers.
But inside my heart____there was only silence.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of a girl I barely recognized. The white wedding dress loocked beautiful. Too beautiful for a forced marriage.
"Smile", my aunt whispered harshly. " This marriage will save your father. "
Save him.
Or sell me?
My father's company had collapsed under debt.And the man who destroyed it was none other than Victor Kingsley ____ the richest and most ruthless businesses man in the city.
And today, I was marrying his son.
Ethan Kingsley.
They said he was cold.Arrogant. untouchable.
The church doors opened.
Every eye turned toward me as I walked down the aisle. My hands were shaking, but I refused to let them see my fear.
At the altar, he stood there __ tall, sharp,jawline emotionaless eyes.
He didn't look at me like a bride.
He looked at me like a deal.
When the priest asked, "Do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?
There was a pause.
A long, suffocating pause.
Then he deep voice cut through the silence.
" I, do".
Not love.
Not promise.
Just two cold worlds.
I looked up at him for the first time.Our eyes met.
And I saw it.
Hatred.
After the the ceremony, he leaned closer so only I cold hear him.
"This marriage his whispered, his voice dangerously calm,
" is nothing more than revenge ".
My heartbeat stopped.
"Revenge for what"? I asked quality.
He smiled show and curel.
"For what your father did to my family. "
I froze.
Because my father always said Victor Kingsley destroyed us.
But now...
What if we were the villains?
Ethan stepped back and offered his han publicly, pretending to be the perfect groom.
But as I placed my hand in his, squeezed it tightly.
A warning.
"Welcome to hell, Mrs.Kingsley. "
I lifted my chin.
If he thought I was weak, he was wrong.
Because he had no idea...
I didn't agree to his marriage to save my father.
I agreed for my own reason.
And I would make sure_
This revenge story would not end the way he planned.