Andrew Dawson, an older man with a noble demeanor and gray eyes that concealed an untold story, held Emily’s hand gently. His impeccably tailored suit and confident stride revealed a man unaccustomed to rejection, one used to winning everything he desired. Emily’s parents beamed with joy, watching her stand beside this wealthy man.
Their dream of seeing their daughter free from financial worries had finally come true. After the official ceremony, the wedding continued with a lavish banquet. Emily, however, struggled to hide her tears, offering the guests a fragile smile—a mask barely holding together.
In her eyes lay a silent pain, an unspoken rebellion. She felt like a puppet caught in someone else’s game, a mere piece in a cold arrangement between her parents and Andrew Dawson. “You look stunning,” Andrew whispered, noticing her distress, his voice surprisingly warm.
“I hope we can find a way to understand each other.” Emily remained silent, her gaze lost in the distance, where her dreams seemed to fade away. Deep inside, she thought about the desires she had once carried with so much hope—now trampled for the sake of financial security. Everything she had ever wanted seemed meaningless to those around her.
Later that night, after the guests had left, Emily found herself alone with Andrew in the vast mansion. In the master bedroom, he made a request that sent a chill down her spine. She stood by the massive window, looking out at the garden bathed in the silver glow of the moon.
Her hands trembled slightly as she loosened the clip holding her hair. She knew what was coming and had mentally prepared for this moment ever since the day her parents told her about her engagement to Andrew Dawson—a businessman three times her age, but with a fortune beyond imagination. She heard the bedroom door open and his footsteps approaching.
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