Selene’s life is shattered when her younger sister announces she’s pregnant—and marrying the very man Selene thought she’d spend the rest of her life with. In her family’s cruel tradition, the elder daughter must marry first, leaving Selene with an ultimatum: find a husband in seven days or be forced to marry an imbecile of their choosing. Desperate and heartbroken, Selene confides in an elderly man at her workplace, who jokingly offers his mysterious grandson as a solution. Thinking it’s just a lighthearted moment, Selene agrees—but the next morning, extravagant gifts start arriving with a serious proposal. With the deadline looming and no sign of her mysterious suitor, Selene fears the worst. But on the seventh day, a sleek luxury car pulls up, and the man she never expected steps out, claiming her as his wife. What began as a desperate joke turns into a marriage she never imagined—one filled with power, secrets, and a man more dangerous and captivating than she ever dreamed.
View MoreSELENEThe house was quiet that morning as I scrubbed the kitchen floor, the soapy water stinging my hands, but it was nothing compared to the ache sitting heavy in my chest. I glanced up at the clock, realizing with a sinking feeling that today was the seventh day—the last day of the deadline Margaret and my father had given me. I had to find a husband or be forced to marry Peter Norwood, the man they had chosen for me. The thought alone made my stomach twist.I wiped a strand of hair from my face, trying to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting to the strange gifts I’d been receiving. They had started arriving a few days ago, one after the other. Flowers, jewellery, dresses… things I’d never dreamt of having. At first, I thought it was a mistake—maybe someone had the wrong address. But no, they were all addressed to me. And no matter how much I tried to figure out who was sending them, I had no answers. I didn’t even know why.A shuffling noise pulled me from my thoughts, and
SELENEThe gifts continued the next morning. At first, I thought it was a mistake—That was only the beginning.The next day, there was another gift. This time, a designer handbag—sleek, leather, something I’d only seen in magazines. Then came the shoes, the perfume, the silk scarves. Each day, something new appeared at our door, each more luxurious than the last. My confusion quickly turned to disbelief. Who was sending these gifts? Was this some kind of elaborate prank?My family certainly wasn’t shy about their reactions.Olivia’s eyes nearly popped out of her head the first time she saw the bracelet. She reached out to touch it, her fingers lingering on the delicate chain. "Where did you get this?" she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism."It was left at the door this morning," I replied, shrugging like it was no big deal, though my mind was racing. “I don’t know who it’s from.”Olivia scoffed, her expression twisting into something sharp. "Probably a mistake. No one in their
SELENEThe morning sun was already high when I arrived at work, but I barely noticed it. My feet dragged across the pavement as I made my way into the community center, the place that usually brought me some peace and comfort. Today, though, the weight of what had happened at home hung over me like a dark cloud, dulling the warmth of everything around me. My heart still ached with the fresh sting of betrayal, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucas standing there with Olivia, cold and indifferent.I tried to push the memory away, focusing on the task at hand—cleaning the common area and getting everything ready for the day’s activities. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the pain lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind.“Selene, dear, you look a little pale,” Mrs. Wallace, one of the elderly ladies who often came to the center, remarked as I passed by with a tray of tea. Her concern was sweet, but all I could do was force a small smile.“I’m fine, Mrs. Wallace,”
SELENEI set the last plate on the breakfast table, the clink of dishes grounding me. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to warm the chill in my chest. My eyes darted to the calendar—months had passed since Lucas and I spoke of our engagement. It was supposed to be official by now, announced by my father. Yet, the moment I longed for seemed farther away than ever.I was never meant to exist. My mother, a maid in my father’s household, had a brief affair with him. When she became pregnant, she was cast out—he was already betrothed to my stepmother, Margaret. After my mother died, my father reluctantly took me in. I had a place in his house, but never in his heart.I was the reminder of his weakness.I lived under his roof like a shadow, helping Margaret, caring for my sister Olivia, hoping one day for a scrap of affection. My only solace was the thought that soon, with Lucas, I would have something of my own. A future that didn’t involve being overlooked or remi
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