I walked toward him, every step an effort. Guests stepped aside, bewildered. The music was still playing. Darius and Simone were still dancing, oblivious. I reached the head table, stopping directly in front of my father. He stopped applauding and looked up at me with cold annoyance. I took a deep breath and asked the…
I remembered a conversation with my father two months ago, his harsh words, his ultimatum. “You will marry Vance. It is non-negotiable. He has a debt hanging over his head that could sink both him and us. You are the guarantee, the cement for this deal.” Back then, I didn’t argue. I had always been the obedient…
I sat in my white gown under that golden light and felt myself shattering. I saw my father’s smiling face, applauding, approving this farce. I was superfluous at this celebration, a shield for something else. I wanted to scream, to run away, but instead, something inside me clicked—something cold, hard, and sharp as ice.
The world narrowed down to that one spot. My husband was twirling my sister in a dance. And then, the worst thing happened. The guests, they started applauding, tentatively at first, then louder and louder. They didn’t understand. They decided it was some grand, touching family tradition. A dance with the maid of honor, echoed from…
My heart skipped a beat. What was this? Some idiotic joke? The orchestra struck up a slow, tender melody. Darius walked toward the main table. He was coming straight for me. I began to rise, tangling myself in the folds of my dress, ready to accept his hand. But he walked right past. He did…
The guests hummed approvingly. How romantic! I felt a cold knot tighten in my throat. I had known Darius for exactly ten years, but I remembered no secret love. Our relationship had begun just one year ago, swiftly and professionally, at my father’s behest. “And I believe that today, on this most important day, I…
The emcee announced a toast from the groom. Darius walked to the center of the room and took the microphone, his smile beaming, though it did not linger on me. “My dear friends, my dearest family,” he began, his smooth baritone filling the hall. “I am the happiest man alive. Today, I have joined my…
Bright, capricious, and always the center of attention. Today, she wore a tight, wine-red dress that accentuated her figure. She was bored, listlessly poking at her dessert and shooting sultry glances at Darius. I was used to those glances. Simone always looked that way at everything that belonged to me: first my toys, then my…
My father, silver-haired and authoritative, sat at the head of the table. He was pleased. His business empire, built on food processing, was now cemented by this strategic corporate merger disguised as a marriage. He occasionally cast approving glances at me, and those glances made my skin crawl, as if I had just been successfully…
I, Nia Hayes, sat at the main table in my flawless white gown, feeling like an exhibit in a museum. I smiled, nodded, and accepted congratulations, but a dull, inexplicable dread was building inside me. My husband, Darius Vance, was magnificent. Tall, charming, the life of the party, he moved easily from table to table, his infectious…