The Billionaire's Captive Wife

heart was racing, but I couldn't figure out if it was because I was mad

s light up one by one. The weight of the day, the vows,

. The suite was massive, all glass walls and expensive decoratio

felt

My wedding dress, once dazzling under the recept

and sank onto it, my finge

wedding night wa

That this wasn't love. But somehow, being left alo

o calls. No messages. No

ours

back, staring at th

endure. One year of playing th

t already fee

the weight of the diamond ring on my

time that night, I

d in the room, a constant reminder of how alone I truly was. M

lled with romance, passion, or at least something that r

ced how it caught the light. It felt cold and heavy, and I realized i

ture, a few simple words, and suddenly

e, how the kiss felt more like a transaction than an act of aff

was the deal. I

ike "one year." It f

checked in, but I already knew the answer. He didn't

ng more than it should. I had no right to want more, no reas

, the raw feeling of loneliness settling

trying to push the tears back. No one need

t man I had agreed to marry. The man who would

ce myself, I couldn't shake the truth. T

had to sur

burying my face in the softness, trying to drow

e about new beginnings, but it felt

ea how I was go

only to be awakened by the early morning sin

brush and tooth paste to wash m

my phone rang. It was Mr Damian Blackwood

fresh change of clothes that mad

wn and I was on my way