I stare at my reflection in the mirror, gripping the edge of the vanity until my knuckles turn white. Today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. But all I feel is a dull ache settling in my chest. I’m marrying a man I’ve never met, a complete stranger who may never even wake up. What kind of future is that?
Vivian’s voice crashes through my thoughts, sharp as glass. “Lana!” she yells from the other side of the door. “What are you still doing? You should be dressed by now!” Vivian—my stepmother—has always treated me like a burden. She married my father when I was sixteen and made it clear from day one that I was in her way. Her daughter, Naomi, could do no wrong, while I was always the problem. And now, she’s the one forcing me into this marriage. I clench my jaw, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Of course, she’d be impatient. She’s been waiting for this moment—to see me helpless, backed into a corner with no way out. “I don’t want this,” I mutter under my breath. “I’m not happy, Vivian.” She bursts through the door, her eyes narrowing. “Oh really?” Her voice drips with sarcasm. “Then go ahead, cancel the wedding. Tell the Knights it’s off. Let your father rot in that hospital bed.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I stagger beneath their weight. My father, hooked up to machines, fighting for his life. The doctors said he wouldn’t make it without surgery. Five million dollars—that’s what the Knights promised if I marry Adrian, their son. Without that money, my father dies. And all I have to do is tie my life to a man who’s as good as gone. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.” My voice trembles, but Vivian only smirks. “Spare me the sob story.” She pulls out her phone, tilting the screen toward me. “Here. Take a good look at him. Not so bad, huh?” Adrian stares back at me from the photo. I blink, stunned. He’s… perfect. Sharp features, a strong jawline, deep-set hazel eyes, and tousled dark hair. I could almost imagine falling for someone like him. But the picture doesn’t tell the whole story. The man I’ll marry isn’t standing tall or smiling like he is in this photo. He’s lying in a hospital bed, unmoving. Crippled. Comatose. My chest tightens. How am I supposed to marry a man who might never wake up? Vivian chuckles, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Don’t get any funny ideas. He’s not Prince Charming, sweetie. Just a vegetable with a good face.” I swallow hard, bile rising in my throat. But I have no choice. It’s for my father. Vivian drops a crumpled pile of fabric on the bed. “Here. Wear this.” I glance down, and my stomach churns. The dress is ugly—a faded, shapeless thing, more like a rag than a wedding gown. She’s trying to make me look ridiculous in front of the Knights, and I can feel the satisfaction radiating from her. “No way,” I whisper. “I’m not wearing that.” She shrugs, already halfway out the door. “Your problem, not mine.” And with that, she’s gone. Before I can argue, my phone buzzes. Jordan’s name flashes on the screen. I hesitate, my thumb hovering over the answer button. Jordan is Adrian’s cousin. Funny how life works. I’ve been dating him for almost a year, and now I’m marrying his comatose cousin. “Jordan…” “Hey, babe,” he says, his voice warm and reassuring. “You hanging in there?” I let out a shaky breath. “Barely.” He pauses, as if weighing his words. Then his tone shifts—calm, almost too calm. “Listen, Lana. You just have to marry Adrian and get through the wedding, alright? After that, everything will be fine.” “How can you say that?” My voice cracks, and I hate how weak I sound. “It’s simple.” His voice lowers. “You marry him. Get pregnant. Once you’ve done your part, Adrian will probably die on his own. Then we divorce him, and everything goes back to normal.” He's such a sweet soul. I feel a lump form in my throat. “Jordan, this isn’t—” “Trust me,” he cuts in gently. “We’ll raise the kid together. It’ll be ours. You don’t need to worry about a thing, babe.” His words are supposed to comfort me, but instead, they leave me feeling cold and empty. How did my life spiral into this mess? “Okay,” I whisper, forcing the words out. “Thank you.” He hums in approval, and before I can say anything else, the line goes dead. I lower the phone, numbness spreading through me. Then I hear the sound of a car pulling up outside—the driver is here. It’s time. I glance down at the hideous dress Vivian threw on the bed. My hands tremble, but I push them to the back of my mind. I can’t wear that. Not today. I cross the room to my closet, reaching for a garment bag tucked at the very back. Inside is my mother’s wedding dress. Ivory silk, with lace so fine it looks like delicate vines climbing along the fabric. I run my fingers over it, feeling the ghost of my mother’s presence. She looked so beautiful in this dress. And now, I’ll wear it. Not because of Vivian. Not for the Knights. But for myself—and for my father. I slip the dress on, smoothing the fabric over my body. It fits perfectly, as if it were made for me. For the first time all morning, I take a breath that doesn’t feel heavy. With one last glance at the mirror, I square my shoulders and walk out the door.The Knights sent a sleek black limo to pick me up, and it waited silently outside like a predator. I hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, the interior plush and luxurious. The driver shot me a quick glance in the rearview mirror before pulling away, navigating the streets with alarming speed. My head hammered with nerves, but I kept repeating to myself: You can do this, Lana. You can get through today.When the limo arrived at the Knights’ villa, I was struck by its sheer size. The mansion loomed before me, opulent and intimidating. A party was already in full swing inside, laughter and music spilling into the air like a vibrant tide.As I stepped through the grand entrance, I scanned the room. My heart sank when I only recognized three faces: my stepmother, Vivian; my stepsister, Naomi; and my boyfriend, Jordan. The sight of them made my stomach churn. They were supposed to be my support, yet they felt more like the eyes of judgment.A doorman approached to escort me inside
I wasn’t sure what I heard. My heart pounded in my chest as doubt and dread swirled in my mind. I knew I shouldn’t, but I had to know. I traced the sounds to the room next door, my hands trembling as I pushed the door open slightly.And there they were—Jordan and Naomi. My boyfriend, tangled in bed with my stepsister.My heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. I clutched the doorframe to steady myself, silent tears burning my eyes as I tried to breathe through the crushing weight in my chest. How could they do this to me? How could he do this to me?They lay there, tired and content, their naked bodies tangled together. I bit down on my lip, hard enough to draw blood, fighting the urge to scream. I wanted to burst in and demand answers, but my feet stayed frozen to the ground.“This is so fun,” Naomi said with a giggle, her voice dripping with satisfaction.Jordan chuckled, brushing her hair off her shoulder. My fists clenched at the way he touched her so intimately, like she wa
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Jordan stood there, clearly startled, mouth opening to argue, but I stopped him cold.“I already know everything, Jordan,” I said, my voice sharp.He clenched his jaw, hesitating, but before he could speak, the soft, repetitive beeping from the machine suddenly sped up. My attention snapped back to Adrian, lying pale and still on the hospital bed. And then—his eyelids flickered.“Oh my god,” I gasped, taking a step closer. “Adrian! You’re awake!”Jordan took a single glance, his expression shifting from anger to unease. “I... I need to go,” he muttered before practically sprinting out of the room.Ignoring him, I moved to Adrian’s side, watching his eyes blink open with the faintest hint of awareness.“Adrian is awake!” I repeated, louder this time, heart pounding.In moments, Adrian’s mother, Evelyn, swept into the room with her usual poise, followed by a maid. She observed the scene, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as she regarded me.“There’s
After changing into soft, matching pajamas, I took a steadying breath. The quiet of the room felt heavy, as though the mansion itself was holding its breath. I glanced at Adrian, lying still, his face relaxed and calm. For a moment, I let myself think about how strange this situation was—married to a man I’d only just met, a man I barely knew.Shaking off the thought, I picked up a small bottle of oil from the table and poured a few drops onto my hands, rubbing them together to warm it. I began the massage gently, starting with his hands, moving up his arms, and talking softly as I did. “So… I guess this is a little one-sided, but here goes,” I said, smiling at the absurdity. “I love cats. Not sure if you do, but you should. I also love chilling with a good show… Netflix and all that.” I chuckled, glancing at him. No reaction, of course.I shifted down to his feet, pressing gently. “You’re really handsome, you know that? I guess you've heard that a thousand times” I murmured. “Have yo
Evelyn’s gaze met mine, her eyes sharp. “A few, yes. But he wasn't really serious about any of them.” I took Evelyn’s words in stride, though I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the news that Adrian had never been serious with anyone. But before I could overthink it, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen—it was Sophia, my best friend. “Hi guurrl!” she greeted enthusiastically when I answered. “Hey! What’s up?” Sophia chuckled. “You’re not going to believe this, but your boss, Ms. Harper, is furious about your absence these past few days. I mean, didn’t you tell her you’d be away?” I sighed. “Of course I did, but you know Ms. Harper. She’s intense.” “Understatement of the year!” Sophia laughed. “Oh, by the way, she left a file on your desk and asked me to bring it over to you. I figured I could come by and check out the Knights’ estate while I’m at it.” “Sure, come on over. I could use some company.” After ending the call, I had about twenty minutes to kill, so
The villa bustled with activity, maids hurrying to adjust linens and arrange the room. By the time I returned to Adrian’s bedside, Evelyn and the doctor were already there, speaking in hushed tones.Evelyn's face lit up the moment she saw me. Without warning, she swept me into a hug. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, almost breathless with excitement. “I just know you’re Adrian’s luck. You brought him back to us!”I blinked, stunned. “It’s… just a coincidence,” I stammered, unsure what to say. “I didn’t really do anything.”She shook her head, smiling. “No, dear, it’s because of you.”Suddenly, Adrian’s voice, still faint but sharp, cut through the room. “Mom…” His gaze shifted, confused but filled with a quiet intensity. “Who is she?”Evelyn immediately moved closer to him, reaching for his hand. “Sweetie, I’m here. This is your wife.”Adrian’s eyes widened in shock. His gaze hardened, shifting from his mother to me. “Wife? When? How?”Evelyn's face twisted with frustration. “I made the de
I stammered, trying to find the words. "I thought… maybe if I kissed you…"He cut me off, his tone mocking. “Maybe I’d wake up?” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment.The doctors came and went, each one checking his vitals, while Adrian grew more impatient with each visit. Finally, as another doctor adjusted his IV, Adrian snapped, “Is this the last of it? Or are there more pointless treatments?”Trying to calm him, I stepped forward. “They’re only making sure you’re okay.”He fixed me with a cold stare. “Do you honestly believe that?”I hesitated. "Are… are you feeling any discomfort in your legs?" I asked, shifting the conversation.His expression stayed flat. “You don’t need to pretend to be nice to me.”“Why not?”“Because,” he replied sharply, “nice people get steamrolled.”I stared at him, shocked by his bitterness. “That’s not true.”“Oh, really?” He arched a brow. “When has being nice ever benefited you?”I
The next morning, I got ready for work, putting on a business-casual outfit and preparing myself for the day ahead. The moment I stepped into the office, however, a strange silence fell over the room—colleagues quickly diverted their gazes, and the typical buzz of chatter ceased. Before I could process what was going on, I heard the sharp click of heels approaching at breakneck speed.“How dare you?” My boss, Ms Harper, shrieked, her face twisted with fury, practically vibrating with anger.“Uh… good morning?” I managed, taken aback by her intensity.“Don’t ‘good morning’ me!” she snapped, folding her arms tightly across her chest. “You think you can just take days off whenever you feel like it?”“Wait, I don’t?” I replied, genuinely confused. “I mean, I did put in a request—”“Absolutely not!” she interrupted. “You have responsibilities here. You don’t just disappear and leave us to cover for you! Do you understand the pressure you’ve put on this team?”“I... I apologize,” I started,