er before Amara co
No music. No
sil
t he had memorized a thousand times. The two witnesses-business associates of Adrian-b
abric of her white dress. It wasn't a bridal gown. It was a plain dress she had bought from a clea
lored suit. He stood beside her with an expression carved in stone
lawful wedded husband?" the officiant asked,
n't breathe. Couldn't speak. For a
as a blade. There was no softness,
somehow, the word s
"And do you, Adrian
fore he could finish. His voi
closed the book in his hands. "By the power vest
nd an
n Amara's ears l
ove. He didn't so much as touch her hand. He simply slipped a cold platinum band o
eart
every girl dreamed of. And yet, instead of laugh
-
ra followed Adria
palace of glass, steel, and stone. Chandeliers glittered overhead like frozen stars. Every corner of the marble floors gl
reathtaking. Instead,
r deeper into the mansion. His strides were long and confident, his back straight, his
or in the east wing. He opened it wit
m," he sa
lls, silk curtains, a massive bed covered in crisp white sheets, a balcony
truth. This wasn't a sanct
her fingers curling into
p and unreadable. "Did you think s
lushed. "N-n
his marriage is nothing more than an arran
been relieved. She didn't want to share his bed. She d
est ti
e could stop herself. "Why me,
drian's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing sligh
don't mak
they a compliment? An insult?
ed away. His footsteps echoed down the hallway
oom too grand for her, a ring too heavy on he
Adria
nees trembling. Her wedding night-her first ni
-
ara stared at the ceiling. She couldn't
d in her ears. If I don't sta
done this for him. For hi
er life? What ab
k. She couldn't afford weakness. Not now. Not wh
urface glinting in the moonlight. She wanted to rip
much she hated it, i
o her side, he
aze. His commanding voice. The way he spoke wit
omach
e was wrong. She may have signed the cont
ive. And maybe, just maybe, she
ance was the very thing that had caugh
tudy, Adrian Cole sat in silence, sipping a glass of wh
y, a smirk tugging at
had only

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