“This had been a long time coming, you know that as well as I raiden. We are not fit for a marraige like we have.” I reply.“Thats’ noncsese! This entire union was made precisely because of the enfits.”Once upon a time, under this very same sky, we had been young and unburneded, running through the
(Siena's POV)I am stunned. Of all the possible outcomes for this narrative, this is the one that eluded my attention.My fingers tremble slightly as I clench my fists at my sides, willing a composure that threatens to break at every turn.“Why?” I demand, my voice raw. “Why refuse divorce? Windhow
(Raiden‘s POV)What a ridiculous idea — treating marriage as transaction.Who does she think she is?I have never been plagued by such absurdities.Love, devotion—these things should be earned, not bought. And yet, here I am, standing in the middle of a grand banquet, staring at the undeniable proof
"Excuse me." I let go of Lila and turn, scanning the room for Siena.I can't avoid her presence, but it’s as if the room sees a golden cloud that floats through the room.Standing at the edge of the room, beautiful as she always has ebeen. Watching everything, everyone.The Great Luna, Siena, at lea
(Siena's POV)The music has ended; the dance comes to an end.We split apart.A wave of reporters surges toward us like they’re storming a castle. Flashing lights, eager questions, demands — I brace myself for the inevitable storm.Before I can move one step, Raiden’s arm snakes around my waist, pul
(Siena’s POV)“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, lifting a subtle eyebrow at Raiden’s scrutiny. “I have the most basic sense of contract spirit. Once I make a promise, I intend to honor it.”He remains quiet, but there are notes of confusion that rattle between his eyes.“...Tomorrow, I w
(Raiden's POV)The document is crisp, the ink still fresh. I feel nothing but annoyed as I skim through the clauses of this fake marriage contract.Three months of marriage. A transactional agreement.No emotions, no commitment involved.Just an exchangeb — her presence for my public image, my money
(Siena’s POV)The dim glow of my phone fades, leaving me staring at the reflection in the black screen—my reflection.Drumming my fingers mindlessly againstthe smooth surface of my desk, a hollow weight of regret settles over me.Ollie lounges on the couch infront of my desk, scrolling her phone, ab
(Raiden's POV)Zion sits across from me, his face shocked. I can’t believe the message on his phone, and he can’t believe he’s suddenly been thrust into this situation.We’re caught in a moment that feels endless....Why does Siena contact Zion?She never cared about any man other than me in the pas
Ten years…ten wasteful, painful years. He’s had warmer inetractiosn over business dinners with perfect strangers.He’s treating this like a reward. As if I’m something that can be boougt, paid for, and delegated at will.A pawn.Now, he’s even questioning my love...?My fingers tighten around the ph
(Siena’s POV)The dim glow of my phone fades, leaving me staring at the reflection in the black screen—my reflection.Drumming my fingers mindlessly againstthe smooth surface of my desk, a hollow weight of regret settles over me.Ollie lounges on the couch infront of my desk, scrolling her phone, ab
(Raiden's POV)The document is crisp, the ink still fresh. I feel nothing but annoyed as I skim through the clauses of this fake marriage contract.Three months of marriage. A transactional agreement.No emotions, no commitment involved.Just an exchangeb — her presence for my public image, my money
(Siena’s POV)“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, lifting a subtle eyebrow at Raiden’s scrutiny. “I have the most basic sense of contract spirit. Once I make a promise, I intend to honor it.”He remains quiet, but there are notes of confusion that rattle between his eyes.“...Tomorrow, I w
(Siena's POV)The music has ended; the dance comes to an end.We split apart.A wave of reporters surges toward us like they’re storming a castle. Flashing lights, eager questions, demands — I brace myself for the inevitable storm.Before I can move one step, Raiden’s arm snakes around my waist, pul
"Excuse me." I let go of Lila and turn, scanning the room for Siena.I can't avoid her presence, but it’s as if the room sees a golden cloud that floats through the room.Standing at the edge of the room, beautiful as she always has ebeen. Watching everything, everyone.The Great Luna, Siena, at lea
(Raiden‘s POV)What a ridiculous idea — treating marriage as transaction.Who does she think she is?I have never been plagued by such absurdities.Love, devotion—these things should be earned, not bought. And yet, here I am, standing in the middle of a grand banquet, staring at the undeniable proof
(Siena's POV)I am stunned. Of all the possible outcomes for this narrative, this is the one that eluded my attention.My fingers tremble slightly as I clench my fists at my sides, willing a composure that threatens to break at every turn.“Why?” I demand, my voice raw. “Why refuse divorce? Windhow