Stepping out of the airport, I immediately spotted them—my parents standing in a row,, smiling and waving. Their familiar smiles warmed my chest, and for a moment, the weight of everything I’d left behind felt lighter.
Dragging my suitcase, I ran into my mother’s arms, her embrace the sanctuary I hadn’t realized I craved so deeply. "Mom," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I've missed you so much."
"Welcome home, sweetheart. You look thinner. Have you been eating properly?" Her hand stroked my hair gently.
Back then, for the sake of study I ignored my parents’ advice and insisted on returning to New York for college. They had reluctantly let me go. Who would have thought that once I left, I would be gone for five years, returning only briefly each Christmas, leaving them to suffer through endless longing?
I was such impolite to me. As tears began to rise, I quickly pulled away from my mother.
“Mom, I’m so hungry.” Her face softened with a knowing smile. “Come, let’s go home. I’ll make your favorite noodles with gravy.”
I walked out of the airport, arm-in-arm with my parents, laughing and chatting along the way.
The next two days flew by in a haze of comfort and joy. My mother cooked all my favorite meals, my father teased me endlessly, and my brother made fun of how “New York had spoiled” me. I let myself bask in the comfort of home, pretending for a moment that the world outside didn’t exist.
I wanted to forget everything, Ethan, his betrayal, and the storm of marriage waiting just a week ahead—the wedding I didn’t want.
On the second evening, I lay on my bed, half-asleep as the golden hues of sunset filled my room. The gentle knock on the door startled me, and my mother peeked inside.
“Sweetheart, it’s time to wake up. Your brother invited him to dinner.” she said, her tone casual yet expectant. I froze, instantly awake. “him?”
She stepped inside, smoothing the hem of her apron.
“The boy. The one you’re supposed to marry. It’s a good chance for you two to meet before the wedding.” she said, brushing off my question.
“I don’t want to meet him,” I protested, sitting up straight.
“Don’t be stubborn, Lena.” she replied firmly. “It’s just dinner. You don’t even have to like him. Just be polite. For us.” Her words tugged at my heart. With a heavy sigh, I nodded, dragging myself out of bed.
I dressed quickly, throwing on a simple dress, hoping to make this encounter as unremarkable as possible. As I descended the stairs, I heard voices coming from the drawing room—my brother’s laughter mingled with a deeper, unfamiliar tone. I stepped inside composing myself.
"Here she is, Lena, my precious sister," my brother said, standing up with open arms. I glanced at his warm, affectionate expression, mustered a smile, and made my way toward him.
"Lena, meet him. This is Abraham Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood empire, his family controlled wealth and power that spanned industries." He gestured toward a tall figure with his back to me. The moment I stepped ahead, he turned slowly and my breath caught in my throat. The shock of seeing him struck me like a bolt of lightning.
No… It can’t be him.
But it was.
Sitting there, casually sipping tea, was him—the man from the bar.
For a moment, the room went silent, the air thick with tension. His expression shifted from amusement to something darker, more calculating. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The memories of the night in the bar flooded back—his arrogance, his rude comments, his piercing gaze that had felt so unsettling.
I stared at him, still in shock. But he leaned back in his chair, his posture too relaxed, as if he were perfectly comfortable now. His smirk remained as if this was all some kind of game to him.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. “What a surprise.”
“Oh, good! You’ve met him already? That makes things easier!” My brother’s tone was cheerful. “Where did you meet him, Lena?” At his cheerful question, I forced myself to look at the stranger who was supposed to be my future. His eyes were cold, and calculating, the same eyes that had mocked me just days ago.
"I…" Words failed me. My body moved before my mind could catch up, turning and rushing up the stairs.
"Lena!" My brother’s worried voice called after me, but I didn’t stop.
I slammed the door shut, my hands trembling as I pressed my back against it. Would he tell my family what happened that night?
He wasn’t just some stranger from a bar. He was the man my family had chosen for me to marry—the billionaire heir who held the future of our family’s business in his hands.
But none of that mattered. What really bothered me was how he’d treated me the night we met. The harsh words. The coldness. The rudeness. He hadn’t even given me a chance to explain myself.
I didn’t want this marriage. I didn’t want him.
I sank to the floor, burying my face in my hands.
“There’s no way he’ll still want to marry me,” I whispered to myself. “He’ll back out now. He has to.”
“Why didn’t he refuse?” I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The wedding dress hugged my body perfectly, the lace shimmering under the soft light. My hair was neatly done, the veil draping over my shoulders. I looked like a bride, but I didn’t feel like one. After that encounter at the bar, I thought he’d want nothing to do with me, much less marry me.Every possibility I thought of only added to my unease. Was this some power play? A business move? A way to humiliate me further? I wanted to refuse this marriage but I couldn’t. My parents were extremely happy like this marriage was the best thing to ever happen to our family. I couldn’t refuse their happiness.My mother’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.“Lena, try this one,” she said, holding up yet another veil. I nodded absentmindedly, letting her adjust it over my head.“You look beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes misty. I managed a small smile. It wasn’t the veil or the dress that bothered me. It wa
“I never loved her; you know.” Ethan’s voice, sharp and unflinching, sliced through the air. My breath hitched, the world around me blurring as those words struck harder than any blow.“She is good but I can’t marry her.” he continued, his tone almost casual, as if he wasn’t talking about the three years we’d spent together. My heart pounded, but I stayed frozen closer to the wall outside the private room.Cruel laughter followed, twisting like a dagger in my chest.“You play well. What are you going to do about that little girl?” Someone else chimed in, their voice laced with mockery. Ethan chuckled lowly, and it made my stomach churn.“I need to tell her about the arranged marriage my family wants for me. Soon my brother will be here and we will go back together. I don’t have much time.” he said, his tone soft but distant, like a knife wrapped in silk. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I pressed my palm against the cold wall, desperate to steady my
The bar was filled with loud music, couples danced on the floor, and everyone enjoyed the atmosphere, but heaviness weighed on my heart. With a heavy heart, I approached the counter and ordered a fresh juice. Leaning on the counter, I suddenly witnessed a shocking scene: A strong and muscular man was dismissing a girl forcefully.I didn’t know why I got attracted to them, although it was normal here. But this guy has something that attracts me. Dark blond hair, almond-shaped eyes whose ice blue color was giving me a chill, strong cheekbones, short stubble, and full lips, with a slightly flat upper lip. Three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing perfectly toned chest muscles, and the strictness on his face made him different and exceptionally handsome. I have to admit, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen. The man, he was a little familiar but I didn’t know him."I don't deal with used things like you; get away from me or I will kill you," he said with gritted teeth, an
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I came back to consciousness. A throbbing pain in my head pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering through an unfamiliar room. I blinked a few times, realizing I was lying on a leather sofa, a blanket carelessly thrown over me.Sitting up slowly, I winced as my head pounded in protest. My clothes were still intact, though slightly rumpled, and my shoes were on the floor. How did I get here? The events of the night before were a blur—a whirlwind of loud music, a drink that didn’t taste right, and… him.Panic prickled through me. Flashes of the bar came rushing back—his sharp blue eyes, his cold words, the drink that had knocked me out. My stomach tightened. Did we…? Oh No.“Why does my head feel like it’s splitting open?” Clutching my head, I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheeks. I tried to stand, but my legs buckled, sending me crashing into a side table. The loud noise echoed in the
Dragging my exhausted body back my apartment, I took a long, detailed look at this place where I’d lived for the past four years.Every corner held memories of Ethan and me—once so beautiful, now stabbing into my heart like a thousand sharp blades. I cried that night, cried for every moment I spent with him.I found a large cardboard box and, unable to sleep, spent the night erasing those remnants of happiness.There were slippers with our "cat and dog" love diary design, the matching couple mugs that fit together, the keychains that sensed each other within ten meters and a whole box of photos and portraits. These were once the only proof of our relationship, especially in those times when I felt insecure.Now, there was no need for any of it.Till morning I nearly cleared out the entire house. I even disposed of the furniture I’d chosen myself, leaving the place as it was when I first moved in—black and white, so minimalist that you could see the entire room in a single glance.Sudd
“Why didn’t he refuse?” I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The wedding dress hugged my body perfectly, the lace shimmering under the soft light. My hair was neatly done, the veil draping over my shoulders. I looked like a bride, but I didn’t feel like one. After that encounter at the bar, I thought he’d want nothing to do with me, much less marry me.Every possibility I thought of only added to my unease. Was this some power play? A business move? A way to humiliate me further? I wanted to refuse this marriage but I couldn’t. My parents were extremely happy like this marriage was the best thing to ever happen to our family. I couldn’t refuse their happiness.My mother’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.“Lena, try this one,” she said, holding up yet another veil. I nodded absentmindedly, letting her adjust it over my head.“You look beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes misty. I managed a small smile. It wasn’t the veil or the dress that bothered me. It wa
Stepping out of the airport, I immediately spotted them—my parents standing in a row,, smiling and waving. Their familiar smiles warmed my chest, and for a moment, the weight of everything I’d left behind felt lighter.Dragging my suitcase, I ran into my mother’s arms, her embrace the sanctuary I hadn’t realized I craved so deeply. "Mom," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I've missed you so much.""Welcome home, sweetheart. You look thinner. Have you been eating properly?" Her hand stroked my hair gently.Back then, for the sake of study I ignored my parents’ advice and insisted on returning to New York for college. They had reluctantly let me go. Who would have thought that once I left, I would be gone for five years, returning only briefly each Christmas, leaving them to suffer through endless longing?I was such impolite to me. As tears began to rise, I quickly pulled away from my mother.“Mom, I’m so hungry.” Her face softened with a knowing smile. “Come, let’s go home. I’ll make
Dragging my exhausted body back my apartment, I took a long, detailed look at this place where I’d lived for the past four years.Every corner held memories of Ethan and me—once so beautiful, now stabbing into my heart like a thousand sharp blades. I cried that night, cried for every moment I spent with him.I found a large cardboard box and, unable to sleep, spent the night erasing those remnants of happiness.There were slippers with our "cat and dog" love diary design, the matching couple mugs that fit together, the keychains that sensed each other within ten meters and a whole box of photos and portraits. These were once the only proof of our relationship, especially in those times when I felt insecure.Now, there was no need for any of it.Till morning I nearly cleared out the entire house. I even disposed of the furniture I’d chosen myself, leaving the place as it was when I first moved in—black and white, so minimalist that you could see the entire room in a single glance.Sudd
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I came back to consciousness. A throbbing pain in my head pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. My eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering through an unfamiliar room. I blinked a few times, realizing I was lying on a leather sofa, a blanket carelessly thrown over me.Sitting up slowly, I winced as my head pounded in protest. My clothes were still intact, though slightly rumpled, and my shoes were on the floor. How did I get here? The events of the night before were a blur—a whirlwind of loud music, a drink that didn’t taste right, and… him.Panic prickled through me. Flashes of the bar came rushing back—his sharp blue eyes, his cold words, the drink that had knocked me out. My stomach tightened. Did we…? Oh No.“Why does my head feel like it’s splitting open?” Clutching my head, I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheeks. I tried to stand, but my legs buckled, sending me crashing into a side table. The loud noise echoed in the
The bar was filled with loud music, couples danced on the floor, and everyone enjoyed the atmosphere, but heaviness weighed on my heart. With a heavy heart, I approached the counter and ordered a fresh juice. Leaning on the counter, I suddenly witnessed a shocking scene: A strong and muscular man was dismissing a girl forcefully.I didn’t know why I got attracted to them, although it was normal here. But this guy has something that attracts me. Dark blond hair, almond-shaped eyes whose ice blue color was giving me a chill, strong cheekbones, short stubble, and full lips, with a slightly flat upper lip. Three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing perfectly toned chest muscles, and the strictness on his face made him different and exceptionally handsome. I have to admit, he's the most handsome man I've ever seen. The man, he was a little familiar but I didn’t know him."I don't deal with used things like you; get away from me or I will kill you," he said with gritted teeth, an
“I never loved her; you know.” Ethan’s voice, sharp and unflinching, sliced through the air. My breath hitched, the world around me blurring as those words struck harder than any blow.“She is good but I can’t marry her.” he continued, his tone almost casual, as if he wasn’t talking about the three years we’d spent together. My heart pounded, but I stayed frozen closer to the wall outside the private room.Cruel laughter followed, twisting like a dagger in my chest.“You play well. What are you going to do about that little girl?” Someone else chimed in, their voice laced with mockery. Ethan chuckled lowly, and it made my stomach churn.“I need to tell her about the arranged marriage my family wants for me. Soon my brother will be here and we will go back together. I don’t have much time.” he said, his tone soft but distant, like a knife wrapped in silk. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. I pressed my palm against the cold wall, desperate to steady my