The wedding had been a blur. Serena hardly remembered the vows, the flashes of cameras, the cold weight of Alexander’s gaze. Now she stood alone outside the suite door, her hands trembling as she reached for the handle.
Alexander Kingston
(cold) You’re late.
Serene Reyes
(nervous) I… I’m sorry.
Alexander Kingston
(flat) You kept me waiting.
Serene Reyes
(timid) It wasn’t intentional.
Alexander Kingston
(hard) Yet you came anyway.
Serene Reyes
(hesitant) I… didn’t want this.
Alexander Kingston
(bitter) Neither did I.
Serene Reyes
(quiet) Then… why agree?
Alexander Kingston
(dry) To get what I want.
Serene Reyes
(meek) Oh…
Alexander Kingston
(cold) Take off the veil.
Serene Reyes
(shaking) Y-Yes.
Alexander Kingston
(blank) So it’s true.
Serene Reyes
(startled) What?
Alexander Kingston
(dark) You’re not her.
Serene Reyes
(pleading) Please… don’t be angry.
Alexander Kingston
(hard) Too late.
Serene Reyes
(scared) Will… you send me back?
Alexander Kingston
(flat) No.
Serene Reyes
(confused) Why?
Alexander Kingston
(dark) Because you’re mine now.
As he stepped closer, Serena’s breath hitched. Beyond the window, London’s skyline gleamed, cold and unforgiving — just like the man she now called her husband.
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