cony, staring into the darkness. My mind raced with the conversation I had overheard. "Not even h

all a facade. A pretty lie to cover up a deal, a contract. I had married a man

d it wasn't just my freedom that I had traded; it was my happiness. I took

ung in my new walk-in closet, untouched. Alexander's penthouse was like something out of a dream. The view alone could make you forget your troubles-

was home, we exchanged polite words, but it was like talking to a wall. His face remained unreadable, those cold b

penthouse-simple things, hoping to spark some warmth between us. But each attempt was met with the same distant nod,

e like a taunt than a luxury. Everything was impeccable-gourmet dishes prepared by the live-in chef, each plate arr

sized penthouse felt like a hollow shell, its cold marble floors reflecting the empti

h those questions swirled in my mind, but they were relentless. I married a man whose

master bedroom. The oversized bed looked inviting, but the thought of sleeping in it alone

r and his father lingered, teasing the edges of my thoughts like a dark cloud. "This is all just business." The words stu

ust lonely

chest. It was well past midnight, and the staff wouldn't disturb me at th

ed it, no o

wled across the front in neat, unfamiliar handwriting. I picked it up, my fingers tremblin

Your marriage is part of a larger

of those words crashing down on me. A larg

words again, I felt a chill run down my spine. My instincts screamed that ther

d I wal

Who had left it? And what did they mean by a larger plan? The cryptic conversat

as a labyrinth of secrets, and I was begin

terrifying th

could trust, Not e