She's Dead, But I'm The One Punished
e towering iron gates had creaked open minutes ago, yet she found herself unable to move forward. The weight of what awaited her inside pressed down on her chest, suffocating
cture of ivory and glass, pristine and untouchable-just like the man she was about to marry. Lucian Arquette. The name alone carried the kind of weight that made people
s to be he
ot because she wanted to. B
who came before her, nor was she foolish enough to believe she could ever hold a place in Lucian's heart. His heart was
e very walls carried the frost of its owner's soul. A butler greeted her with a stif
you," he said, leading he
rmth welcomed her here-no flowers, no gentle touches of color, nothing to soften t
she s
his chiseled features. He was tall, lean, and composed, his dark suit impeccably fitted, his expression unrea
was deep, smooth, yet ut
her chin.
his name aloud, and it tasted forei
measured assessment, as if she were nothing more than another contra
said, forcing steel into her voice, unwilling t
es-approval, perhaps, or something colder. H
acknowledgment of what this m
ll the role expected of her. And yet, standing before this man, she realized how little
he marriage contract has been finalized. Read it, sign it.
we
s
he shock show. She simply nodded and took the documents
eginning of a life
her life as Ale