Forced To Marry My Adoptive Sister

e father. The document seemed to burn into her eyes, its weight pressing down on her chest as if the very air in the room had

ce comes with one condition: you are to marry Alaric Ezra Mahendra, my adopted son, with

ith no choice but to obey or lose everything she had ever known. She had grown up surrounded by wealth, privilege, and luxury, and the though

that had always simmered between them, the way his icy gaze made her feel like an outsider in her own home. They had never gotten along, their

't fathom how she could ever share a life with someone who seemed to care for nothing but his own ambitio

re lavish shopping trips in Paris, no more grand parties, no more charity galas where she was the center of attention. S

The walls of her father's mansion, once a symbol of her power and privilege, no

mething. Some loophole. A clause in the will she hadn't noticed. But the more she t

rom her thoughts. Her heart raced. She didn't

room. His dark eyes were unreadable, his expression impassive as always. But there

controlled, and utterly indifferent, as if they were discus

kness she felt, but it was hard to mask the tremor in her voic

ellion that burned behind the forced composure. "I'm not here to remind you, Celeste. You already know the stakes.

tanding-just the cold truth of the situation. He was no better than the

the horizon. The city below seemed so far away, a world she m

like a storm on the horizon. "I don't want this marriage either," he said

idea of surrendering to him, of being forced into a life that wasn't he

ough his words lacked any trace of warmth

focating. Celeste turned to face him, her eyes burn

t of a smirk playing at the corner of hi

he would find a way out-she had to. But for now, she was trapped. And the walls of the mansio

ght, but this marriage... it wa