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The Sterling household was abuzz with excitement, a rare atmosphere of celebration filling the halls. Vivian paced back and forth in the grand living room, her smile growing wider with every step. Natasha sat across from her, barely able to contain her excitement. The letter from Ethan Blackwood's office had arrived earlier that morning, confirming what they had hoped for-a marriage proposal from the most powerful man in X City. "We did it, Mother!" Natasha squealed, clutching the letter tightly in her hands. "Ethan Blackwood wants to marry me. Can you believe it? Me, married to the richest man in the city!" Vivian smiled, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Everything had gone exactly as planned. The night of Natasha's birthday, the carefully orchestrated events, the drugs-everything had fallen into place. At least, that's what they believed. Vivian was convinced that Ethan had slept with Natasha, and now he was making the only honorable decision: to marry her. Victor Sterling entered the room just as Natasha began planning out her extravagant wedding. He looked tired, his face lined with stress, but there was no denying the relief in his eyes. The marriage proposal from Ethan Blackwood meant a significant boost for their family, both socially and financially. It was the alliance he had been hoping for. "Father, isn't this wonderful?" Natasha beamed. "Ethan wants to marry me, and it's going to be the biggest wedding this city has ever seen." Victor nodded, offering a faint smile. "It is, indeed, good news. Ethan Blackwood is a powerful man. This marriage will secure our family's future." Vivian's smile didn't falter, but she quickly shifted the conversation. "We should start preparing for Leah's marriage as well. It's happening tomorrow, and we must make sure everything goes smoothly. I'll have the final arrangements done." Victor's face darkened at the mention of Leah. He hadn't been happy about forcing her into marriage, but after the events of the previous night, there had been no other choice. Vivian had made sure of that, accusing Leah of ruining their family's reputation by engaging in such disgraceful behavior. The hickeys and marks on her body had been undeniable proof. His heart had hardened after hearing what had supposedly happened, and he had no choice but to arrange for her marriage to one of his old business partners, a man in his sixties who had already been married five times. Natasha, never one to miss an opportunity to steal the spotlight, interrupted his thoughts with a devious smile. "Father, I've been thinking... We should have a double wedding." Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise, though the idea clearly excited her. "Natasha, dear, what do you mean?" "Why not hold my wedding with Ethan on the same day as Leah's?" Natasha suggested, her voice brimming with self-satisfaction. "I want everyone to see my marriage to Ethan Blackwood. It will be the event of the century. We'll overshadow Leah's pathetic little arrangement completely." Victor frowned, unsure about the idea. "But Ethan hasn't mentioned anything about a grand wedding. He's insisted that the marriage take place as soon as possible. In fact, he doesn't even want to meet before the ceremony." Natasha waved off her father's concern, her excitement undeterred. "That's perfect! We can get married tomorrow, just like Leah. Ethan clearly wants things done quickly, and so do I. There's no need for a long engagement. I want the entire city to see that I'm Mrs. Blackwood." Vivian seemed to be warming to the idea. "A double wedding would be quite the spectacle. It would cement your place in society, Natasha, and completely overshadow Leah's disgrace." Victor hesitated, but as always, he gave in to Vivian's persistence. "If that's what you want, Natasha, I'll make the arrangements. We'll hold both weddings tomorrow." Vivian clapped her hands together, the wheels already turning in her mind. "Perfect! I'll start the preparations immediately. Everything must be flawless. Leah's marriage will be nothing compared to yours." Natasha leaned back in her chair, a smug smile spreading across her face. "I can't wait to see the look on Leah's face when she realizes her pathetic little ceremony will be outshone by mine. And Ethan Blackwood will be mine, Mother. All mine." --- Meanwhile, at Blackwood Enterprises, Ethan sat in his office, reviewing the final arrangements for his upcoming marriage. His jaw was set in a firm line, his eyes focused on the papers in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere. He had instructed his team to ensure that everything was taken care of swiftly. He had no interest in long ceremonies, extravagant displays, or even seeing the bride before the wedding. The woman he had spent that unforgettable night with-whom he believed was Natasha Sterling-was now going to be his wife. There was no room for doubt. He hadn't seen her face clearly in the darkness, and in the haze of the aphrodisiac, everything had been a blur. But he knew she had been under the drug's influence just as he had been. He had felt it in the way she had responded to him, the desperation in her touch. And so, marrying her seemed the logical next step. It was a practical decision. He would fulfill his family's expectations, put an end to his grandfather's constant pressure, and settle the matter with the woman he had been with. Ethan wasn't a man who needed romantic attachments. This was simply another business transaction, albeit one with more personal stakes. "Make sure the ceremony happens tomorrow," Ethan instructed his assistant over the phone. "I want everything done quickly. I don't need to meet her before the wedding. Just have the arrangements ready." His assistant nodded. "Understood, Mr. Blackwood. Everything will be taken care of." Ethan hung up the phone, his mind already shifting to his next task. The marriage would take place tomorrow, and then he could move on with his life. Natasha Sterling would be his wife, and everything would fall into place. He wasn't concerned with the details-only the end result. --- At the Sterling household, the preparations for the double wedding were already underway. Leah, unaware of the chaos and plans surrounding her, sat alone in her room, her heart heavy with the weight of what was to come. Tomorrow, she would be married to a man she didn't know-a man she didn't love. But even worse, she couldn't forget the events of the previous night, the way she had given herself to a stranger, a man she hadn't even seen in the light. Leah breathed in deeply, her mind seething with hatred, this was all Vivian and Natasha's fault, they where always making plans to destroy her life, and now they had finally found a way to do that successfully, tomorrow she would be living this life permanently, and who knows maybe yo another hell. "If I ever manage to get out of this, I promise to destroy this family for all the sufferings I and my mother has had to face" she vowed in her mind, as she clenched her fist tightly in anger, while her eyes clouded with tears .The sun barely peeked over the horizon when Leah opened her eyes, the morning of her wedding filled with dread rather than anticipation. She stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, her mind clouded with confusion from the events of the night before. The stranger she had spent the night with-his touch still lingered on her skin, a haunting reminder of how she had lost something precious to an unknown man.Her heart raced as the memory of his hands and the way he had looked at her came flooding back. He was cold, his face barely registering emotion, but his eyes-they had burned with a quiet intensity, something dark and consuming. She had never seen such eyes before, and yet, in the heat of that moment, they had both given in to the irresistible pull between them. Leah shook her head, trying to forget.The cold reality of the day loomed over her: she was about to be married to a man who was a stranger in every sense of the word, an arrangement forced upon her to save face after what her s
The shock in the room was palpable. A wave of whispers rippled through the gathered guests as Leah stood frozen in place, her veil torn from her head by Mr. Hargrove's rough hands. She hadn't had time to hide her dismay, her eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief as the guests gasped.Ethan's heart pounded. He blinked, staring at the woman before him, the familiarity of her face slicing through the fog in his mind like a knife. The dark waves of her hair, the way her lips trembled-he'd seen her before. His mind scrambled to connect the dots, flashes of the night they had shared breaking through the haze of the drug. The soft whispers, the scent of her skin-it was her. The woman who had been in his bed, whose body had responded to his touch in ways he couldn't forget.But... Leah?Ethan's eyes flicked back to Natasha, who stood poised at the other end of the room, her pristine veil still in place, her expression one of simmering anger as her attention was pulled from her own ceremony. The
Leah's pulse thundered, her breath catching as Ethan's words echoed in her ears. She's coming with me. His tone left no room for argument, no space for her to resist. She wasn't given a choice.Her gaze darted to her father, Victor, whose expression had hardened. He wasn't going to protect her. He wasn't going to stop this. Her heart sank as the full weight of her helplessness settled over her. This had already been decided-long before today. She was nothing more than a pawn in a game of power, handed over like a business transaction to save Victor from being destroyed.Mr. Hargrove stood there, seething with rage. "You can't take her! I paid for her-she's mine!" His voice was a cruel hiss, his grip tightening on her wrist as if claiming ownership through force.Ethan didn't even bother looking at Hargrove. He turned his cold, piercing gaze to Victor, his voice a quiet threat. "Tell him, or I will."Victor swallowed, his face pale, sweat beading at his temples. "Leah..." He looked at
The tension in the grand hall had only grown thicker in the minutes after Ethan and Leah's sudden departure. A wave of confused murmurs swept through the gathered guests, but no one dared speak too loudly, especially under the shadow of Mr. Hargrove's mounting rage.He stood in the center of the room, his face flushed a deep red, fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were locked on the door Leah had just been dragged through, his anger simmering into something dangerous. He had been humiliated, and worse-he had been outplayed by Ethan Blackwood in front of everyone."That bastard!" Hargrove hissed, slamming his fist down onto a nearby table, sending wine glasses toppling to the floor. The crashing sound silenced the remaining murmurs as all eyes darted between him and Victor Sterling, the man responsible for this mess.Victor's face had gone pale, his forehead beaded with sweat as he glanced nervously around, clearly afraid of what was about to unfold. The threat of Ethan Blackwood hu
The dawn light spilled into the room, casting a harsh glow over the disheveled bed where Natasha lay, her body tense with anger and disgust. Mr. Hargrove's deep snores filled the space beside her, his arm draped possessively across her waist. The weight of it repulsed her, a reminder of the chains that now bound her to this man.How did it come to this? she thought bitterly, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, counting every breath in a futile attempt to keep her fury at bay. But the rage gnawed at her insides, relentless, turning over every humiliation from the night before.Ethan Blackwood.Leah.Her father.Each name burned in her mind. Her pulse quickened, matching the pace of her thoughts. They will all pay.She slid out from under Hargrove's arm as silently as possible, careful not to wake him. His scent, a pungent mix of alcohol and expensive cologne, clung to her skin, making her stomach turn. Natasha glanced back at him, her lip curling. He wasn't a husband; he was her punishmen
Leah sat on the edge of the large bed, her fingers curling into the silk sheets beneath her. She stared at the door, waiting-unsure of what exactly she was waiting for. Since arriving at Ethan's penthouse, the tension between them had only grown. She felt trapped, not just by her circumstances but by his presence, which filled the space around her, heavy and inescapable.Ethan entered the room without a word, his tall figure casting a shadow across the floor. He removed his jacket, moving with a calm control that only irritated Leah further. He always seemed in control, like everything was part of some plan only he knew."Are you going to ignore me forever?" Leah's voice broke the silence, her frustration boiling over. She had been stuck here since the wedding, and Ethan had barely said anything to her about what came next.Ethan paused, his back still turned to her. "I'm not ignoring you, Leah." His voice was quiet but firm."Then what is this?" she asked, her voice rising. "You drag
Leah woke to the faint sound of footsteps outside her door. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light filtering in through the curtains. She was still in Ethan's house, a place that now felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The tension from the night before lingered in the air, making her chest feel tight.She sat up, her mind drifting back to the strange look Ethan had given her before he left the room. It wasn't just coldness-it was like he knew something she didn't. Something important. But, as always, he'd left her with more questions than answers.As she dressed, a knock at the door startled her. Leah froze for a moment, expecting Ethan, but when she opened it, one of the staff stood there, holding an envelope. "This came for you, miss."Leah frowned, taking the envelope. "From who?""I don't know, miss. It was left at the door early this morning."The door closed behind her as she stood, staring at the envelope. No name. No sender. Her heart raced as she tore it o
The pulsating bass of the party reverberated through the walls of the lavish mansion, thumping in time with Leah's racing heart. Laughter echoed, glasses clinked, and the scent of expensive perfume mingled with the aroma of rich hors d'oeuvres. Yet, in that moment, she felt trapped-an unwilling participant in a life dictated by her stepmother's expectations and her father's indifference.Leah's head swam with the effects of too many cocktails, each sip chipping away at her inhibitions, leaving her craving something raw and unfiltered. The crowd swirled around her like a kaleidoscope of bright colors and chatter, but all she could focus on was the gnawing emptiness that lingered in her chest. She wanted to feel alive, to break free from the chains that bound her to her past.She slipped away from the thrumming heart of the party, seeking refuge in a dimly lit room, her breath quickening as she entered. The space was adorned with opulent furnishings-dark velvet curtains, a plush bed dra
Leah woke to the faint sound of footsteps outside her door. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light filtering in through the curtains. She was still in Ethan's house, a place that now felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The tension from the night before lingered in the air, making her chest feel tight.She sat up, her mind drifting back to the strange look Ethan had given her before he left the room. It wasn't just coldness-it was like he knew something she didn't. Something important. But, as always, he'd left her with more questions than answers.As she dressed, a knock at the door startled her. Leah froze for a moment, expecting Ethan, but when she opened it, one of the staff stood there, holding an envelope. "This came for you, miss."Leah frowned, taking the envelope. "From who?""I don't know, miss. It was left at the door early this morning."The door closed behind her as she stood, staring at the envelope. No name. No sender. Her heart raced as she tore it o
Leah sat on the edge of the large bed, her fingers curling into the silk sheets beneath her. She stared at the door, waiting-unsure of what exactly she was waiting for. Since arriving at Ethan's penthouse, the tension between them had only grown. She felt trapped, not just by her circumstances but by his presence, which filled the space around her, heavy and inescapable.Ethan entered the room without a word, his tall figure casting a shadow across the floor. He removed his jacket, moving with a calm control that only irritated Leah further. He always seemed in control, like everything was part of some plan only he knew."Are you going to ignore me forever?" Leah's voice broke the silence, her frustration boiling over. She had been stuck here since the wedding, and Ethan had barely said anything to her about what came next.Ethan paused, his back still turned to her. "I'm not ignoring you, Leah." His voice was quiet but firm."Then what is this?" she asked, her voice rising. "You drag
The dawn light spilled into the room, casting a harsh glow over the disheveled bed where Natasha lay, her body tense with anger and disgust. Mr. Hargrove's deep snores filled the space beside her, his arm draped possessively across her waist. The weight of it repulsed her, a reminder of the chains that now bound her to this man.How did it come to this? she thought bitterly, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, counting every breath in a futile attempt to keep her fury at bay. But the rage gnawed at her insides, relentless, turning over every humiliation from the night before.Ethan Blackwood.Leah.Her father.Each name burned in her mind. Her pulse quickened, matching the pace of her thoughts. They will all pay.She slid out from under Hargrove's arm as silently as possible, careful not to wake him. His scent, a pungent mix of alcohol and expensive cologne, clung to her skin, making her stomach turn. Natasha glanced back at him, her lip curling. He wasn't a husband; he was her punishmen
The tension in the grand hall had only grown thicker in the minutes after Ethan and Leah's sudden departure. A wave of confused murmurs swept through the gathered guests, but no one dared speak too loudly, especially under the shadow of Mr. Hargrove's mounting rage.He stood in the center of the room, his face flushed a deep red, fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were locked on the door Leah had just been dragged through, his anger simmering into something dangerous. He had been humiliated, and worse-he had been outplayed by Ethan Blackwood in front of everyone."That bastard!" Hargrove hissed, slamming his fist down onto a nearby table, sending wine glasses toppling to the floor. The crashing sound silenced the remaining murmurs as all eyes darted between him and Victor Sterling, the man responsible for this mess.Victor's face had gone pale, his forehead beaded with sweat as he glanced nervously around, clearly afraid of what was about to unfold. The threat of Ethan Blackwood hu
Leah's pulse thundered, her breath catching as Ethan's words echoed in her ears. She's coming with me. His tone left no room for argument, no space for her to resist. She wasn't given a choice.Her gaze darted to her father, Victor, whose expression had hardened. He wasn't going to protect her. He wasn't going to stop this. Her heart sank as the full weight of her helplessness settled over her. This had already been decided-long before today. She was nothing more than a pawn in a game of power, handed over like a business transaction to save Victor from being destroyed.Mr. Hargrove stood there, seething with rage. "You can't take her! I paid for her-she's mine!" His voice was a cruel hiss, his grip tightening on her wrist as if claiming ownership through force.Ethan didn't even bother looking at Hargrove. He turned his cold, piercing gaze to Victor, his voice a quiet threat. "Tell him, or I will."Victor swallowed, his face pale, sweat beading at his temples. "Leah..." He looked at
The shock in the room was palpable. A wave of whispers rippled through the gathered guests as Leah stood frozen in place, her veil torn from her head by Mr. Hargrove's rough hands. She hadn't had time to hide her dismay, her eyes wide, lips parted in disbelief as the guests gasped.Ethan's heart pounded. He blinked, staring at the woman before him, the familiarity of her face slicing through the fog in his mind like a knife. The dark waves of her hair, the way her lips trembled-he'd seen her before. His mind scrambled to connect the dots, flashes of the night they had shared breaking through the haze of the drug. The soft whispers, the scent of her skin-it was her. The woman who had been in his bed, whose body had responded to his touch in ways he couldn't forget.But... Leah?Ethan's eyes flicked back to Natasha, who stood poised at the other end of the room, her pristine veil still in place, her expression one of simmering anger as her attention was pulled from her own ceremony. The
The sun barely peeked over the horizon when Leah opened her eyes, the morning of her wedding filled with dread rather than anticipation. She stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, her mind clouded with confusion from the events of the night before. The stranger she had spent the night with-his touch still lingered on her skin, a haunting reminder of how she had lost something precious to an unknown man.Her heart raced as the memory of his hands and the way he had looked at her came flooding back. He was cold, his face barely registering emotion, but his eyes-they had burned with a quiet intensity, something dark and consuming. She had never seen such eyes before, and yet, in the heat of that moment, they had both given in to the irresistible pull between them. Leah shook her head, trying to forget.The cold reality of the day loomed over her: she was about to be married to a man who was a stranger in every sense of the word, an arrangement forced upon her to save face after what her s
---The Sterling household was abuzz with excitement, a rare atmosphere of celebration filling the halls. Vivian paced back and forth in the grand living room, her smile growing wider with every step. Natasha sat across from her, barely able to contain her excitement. The letter from Ethan Blackwood's office had arrived earlier that morning, confirming what they had hoped for-a marriage proposal from the most powerful man in X City."We did it, Mother!" Natasha squealed, clutching the letter tightly in her hands. "Ethan Blackwood wants to marry me. Can you believe it? Me, married to the richest man in the city!"Vivian smiled, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. Everything had gone exactly as planned. The night of Natasha's birthday, the carefully orchestrated events, the drugs-everything had fallen into place. At least, that's what they believed. Vivian was convinced that Ethan had slept with Natasha, and now he was making the only honorable decision: to marry her.Victor Sterling e
Ethan Blackwood sat in his sprawling office, the skyline of X City stretching out before him, a sea of glass and steel. His fingers drummed lightly against the polished mahogany of his desk, his mind replaying the events of the previous night. He could still feel her warmth, the softness of her skin, the way her body had trembled beneath him.His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing at the memory. It had been a night unlike any other. Not because of the passion that had consumed them, but because she had been a virgin. That one fact kept gnawing at him, something that had lodged deep in his mind and refused to leave. A virgin. He had taken her innocence, and despite the haze of the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins, that knowledge had burned into him with a strange intensity.Ethan wasn't a man given to sentimentality, but he wasn't heartless either. He had done what he thought was right at the moment. The drug had affected her just as much as it had him, and leaving her untouched w