Rejected by the Tycoon

at

heart beats rapidly, I approach the church entrance. I grip the arm of my d

And now, here I am, ready to seal our fate in a marriage that, despite

ding like a drum announcing the unknown. The soft music fills the a

ty that always impressed me. His dark hair is meticulously combed, his forehead slightly furrowed as h

rd is waiting for me. A genuine smile plays on my lips as I walk down t

yes, once filled with promises, now display a hardness that makes me hesitate. He watches me intensely, his gaze penetrating t

y, but the intensity of Edward's gaze is like a cold that makes me question everything that brought us here. The man who has always been the great love o

shiver. I look at Edward, searching in his eyes for the same flame that existed when we were young, growing up together in Kent. However, all

rming a group with the guests awaiting us outside. Flower petals fall like rain, and la

g a part of it. At the wedding reception, toasts, a brief speech by our father, who is visibly happy to fulfill an old d

" Edward asks, maintai

of satisfaction. "I believe no

to the table where our parents are, to bid farewell prop

ent with a smile when we're already inside the car. "I haven't ev

ut Edward's expression makes it clea

now," he responds without looking at me. "We need to address the delicate financial situation of your fat

upon hearing hi

" I couldn't h

father's company is facing. I need to resolve these issues first. When everything

ent. I don't want to discuss something so intimate in that manner. Edward had already mentioned that we would spend our first night as a married couple

ok off his blazer and vest, leaving only his dress shirt and pants, right upon entering the luxur

y?" The question escaped my

down the corridor. "That way, you can

my face. Of course, he was just being considerate, giving me a moment of privacy t

. Edward arrived in England just the day before. I congratulated myself on my efficiency because if it had dep

ht as a married couple. My first time with a man. I had always dreamed of this moment, the one whe

ell asleep. The weight of all the expectations I had created weighed on my shoulders. These were shattere