A Bride's Shattered Illusion
egant box from a high-end photo studio, but instead of a
miling wide and genuine. A text from an unknown number confirmed my worst fear: "Miss Reed, Chloe wa
man I was supposed to marry tomorrow, waved a dismissive hand. "Don't make a scene over nothing. You know how important tomorrow is for the family's image." H
yes. Ten years ago, I was his protector at the orphanage; five years ago, I sacrificed my dreams for his
the illusion, revealing the cold, hard truth of my p
o intimidate me, reminding me, "The apartment, the car, the money-it' s all from me. You' ll be back on