Anastasia tightened her grip on her skirt. She was a Lee, raised in high society, but her family's empire had crumbled like a house of cards over the last six months. She was the last bargaining chip they had.
The wedding was a grand, hollow affair. To the public and the relentless paparazzi, it was the union of the century—a merger of beauty and absolute power. Adrian played the doting husband perfectly in front of the cameras, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. But the moment they stepped into the private limousine, his hand dropped, and the air turned to ice.
Without thinking, she rushed out of the estate, forgetting her phone and her security detail. She spent hours by Leo's bedside, holding his hand and praying, completely losing track of time.
They faced the media storm together the next day, hand in hand, rewriting their own story on their own terms.
As the months rolled on, the fake smiles for the cameras became real. Dinners were no longer silent. They laughed, they debated, and they began to share their lives. Anastasia realized, with a sense of dread, that she was falling in love with her contract husband.
"And my freedom after twenty-four months?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.
Anastasia tightened her grip on her skirt. She was a Lee, raised in high society, but her family's empire had crumbled like a house of cards over the last six months. She was the last bargaining chip they had.
The wedding was a grand, hollow affair. To the public and the relentless paparazzi, it was the union of the century—a merger of beauty and absolute power. Adrian played the doting husband perfectly in front of the cameras, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. But the moment they stepped into the private limousine, his hand dropped, and the air turned to ice. Matrimonio Por Contrato Con El Anastasia Lee (2...
Without thinking, she rushed out of the estate, forgetting her phone and her security detail. She spent hours by Leo's bedside, holding his hand and praying, completely losing track of time. Anastasia tightened her grip on her skirt
They faced the media storm together the next day, hand in hand, rewriting their own story on their own terms. The wedding was a grand, hollow affair
As the months rolled on, the fake smiles for the cameras became real. Dinners were no longer silent. They laughed, they debated, and they began to share their lives. Anastasia realized, with a sense of dread, that she was falling in love with her contract husband.
"And my freedom after twenty-four months?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.