My Forced Marriage To A Coma Knight

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f the ballroom, a ghost in my own life, watching Josie glitter under the chandeliers. She was the star, radian

irped, her voice too loud, too sweet. "I hardly recognized you hiding in the shadows. Feeling alright? It must be difficult, watching me receive all this... attention." Her ga

ed marble floor. "It suits you, Josie," I said, my

Mom and Dad are so relieved I'm going to New York. They said you were always so fragile, too delicate for the demands of

ng crowd. Josie, frustrated by my lack of response, her carefully constructed

eep weariness. It was time to leave. I turned to go, to esc

lace! It

ic died. Laughter ceased. Every head snapped toward

atrical panic. She pointed a trembling finger at me. "Eleanore!

spicion, turned to me. I felt the weight of

aid, my voice calm, steady, d

laced with doubt. She looked at Josie, then at me. "But...

ed me! She's jealous! She wants to ruin everything good in my life!" She sobbed into his chest. "I just w

sion and rage. "Eleanore! Give it back! This is

it," I repeated

cold. "El, just give it back. Don'

ake it," I said, my voi

cence, looked at him. "Daddy, please. Make her give it back. Or... or ma

suggestion, but then their gaze fell upon Josie' s tear-streaked face. My fa

ou want to search me? In front of everyone? For a necklac

t you search her, Daddy! She's hiding it! She's just trying to hur

at my father. "Darling, please. Josie

e grim, nodded. "G

"No!" I cried, backing away. This wasn't ha

d me towards the guards. The guards grabbed me, their hands roug

red, their judgment a palpable weight. My world crumbled. They had chosen her. They had always chosen her. The me

My little recording device. I carried it everywhere, a shield against Josi

grip. "You want to know the truth?" I screamed, my voice raw and broken, cutting through the stunned