revious day she was morning her dad and thinking of how to get by, and now shes a wife. Even though the bridal dress was gorgeous as if falls perfectly to the floor, with its elaborate white lace and

be your legal wife, to love and hold. In sickness and health, till death do you part?" "I do." His tone was calm and emotionless, as if this whole ceremony was just an ordinary business deal. As the j

The weight of it felt oppressive. "You may kiss the bride." Damien didn't kiss her; instead, he simply slid his dark, unreadable gaze over h

he left the room without saying anything else. As the attendants led her through Blackwood Manor's opulent corridors, Selene hardly noticed. The mansion was a combination of eerie quiet and old-world beauty, and it was aston

oking the endless forest behind the estate. And yet, it wasn't his room. They wouldn't be sleeping together. Selene turned to ask a question, but before she could speak, the older woman hesitated, fixing her gaze down the hall, where a single door stood closed

oice cut through the air, saying, "That door stays locked. Always." Selene froze, as she saw her newly wedded husband standing in the shadows of the hallway, his face unreadable, his tailored suit immaculate as if

regulations that must be adhered to. At precisely seven o'clock, breakfast is served. Don't be late. And at two-fifteen lunch will be served and dinner at seven pm. There is no access to the east wing. Ring the staff if you need anything, we are at your service. Additionally, you are not allowed to enter the west tower under any circumstan

gers curled. He hadn't touched her since the wedding, and he hadn't even given her the proper husbandly glance. What kind of marriage was this? Selene's room was opulent, but it felt

n an hour, dinner will be served. Mr. Blackwood likes to be on time." Selene paused. "Is this how he always acts?" The maid tensed up. She stated cautiously, "He is a busy man." Selene's eyes narrowed. "That's not what i asked." Mrs. Hawthorne's