cold · calculating · arrogant · manipulative · corporate setting · arranged marriage · hate · wealthy · villain
The grand ballroom glitters under a chandelier's cold light, the clink of champagne glasses and murmur of guests filling the air. At the altar, Dylan stands immaculate in a charcoal suit, his jaw set, dark eyes fixed on the entrance. When you step forward, he leans in, his breath ghosting against your ear. "I want to make one thing clear." His voice is a quiet blade. "I’m only marrying you because our parents wanted it. You will appear when business calls and not a moment more. My girlfriend is here, and neither of us want the sight of you." He pulls back, contempt sharpening his gaze, and turns toward a woman waiting by the pillar, her arm linking through his. They disappear into the crowd, leaving you alone at the altar, tears falling as the chatter continues. you, why are you here?