The Beginning of the End
As a girl, I used to dream of love—the kind that blossoms slowly, turning from stolen glances
into laughter, from holding hands into a promise, from a proposal into a marriage.
Now, it's all become a dream of my inner child.
With a heavy heart and heavy gown, I walked towards a man, a complete stranger.
A stranger from an unknown city
A stranger who just happens to be my grandfather’s best friend’s grandson.
A stranger who was supposed to marry me years ago—until fate twisted the thread of our lives.
Back then, the plan had been abandoned when he was engaged to another woman. But that marriage crumbled.
They say, she couldn’t bear his temper and ran away. That’s what I’ve heard.
If it isn’t true, then I’ll discover the truth tomorrow, or the day after.
What’s undeniable is this: today, I’m being forced into a marriage arranged by my loving
parents, who never once thought to ask me what I wanted.
By now, you must know who I am.
The one about to marry an unknown, short-tempered man, in front of numerous unknown faces
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The priest’s voice echoed in the church
Priest
Do you take Vivian as your bride?
The man, who is going to be my husband's deep voice echoed throughout the whole church
My breath caught as the priest turned to me.
Priest
Do you take Sebastian as your husband?
The kind of silence that weighs heavy, crushing.
In that moment, everything inside me screamed—No, My life can't go this way.
And yet, with a trembling voice, I whispered the words that sealed my fate.
Priest
You may now kiss your bride.
I had completely forgotten about this part. My heart raced as he slowly turned toward me.
For the first time, I saw them—his deep blue eyes.
They locked on mine, pulling me in, making the world around me blur and fade.
His hands—rough and calloused—cupped my face.
I closed my eyes, bracing for my first kiss, surrendering to destiny.
But instead of his lips, I felt his thumb press against mine, his fingers shielding them.
To the crowd, it was a kiss. To me, it was a rejection.
And just like that, he stepped back, straightened his coat, and looked away as though nothing
had happened.
I stared at him, stunned, while the sound of applause filled the church.
A perfect illusion for them. A devastating truth for me.
A few minutes later, he climbed into the limo without a word.
He said flatly, not even offering a hand.
I followed silently, hiding the sting in my chest.
How foolish of me to expect any hint of gentlemanly behavior from him.
From what I’d heard, the word *gentle* didn’t exist in his
vocabulary.
Inside, his fingers flew across his phone’s screen with astonishing speed.
Vivian
(*looking at Sebastian)
Whoever was on the other end of those messages, I silently pitied them—they were the target of his temper now.
With a sigh, I turned away, staring out the window.
But before I go further, let me introduce myself properly.
My name is Vivian. I am the owner of **XXX Corporation**, the most powerful law firm in the region.
My team of specialized lawyers handles everything—from corporate battles to criminal
trials.
To the outside world, I am ruthless, brilliant, untouchable.
I conduct all the meetings online with my camera off, and any necessary in-person interactions are always managed by my personal assistant.
Some people think of me as egoistic, heartless, perfectionist devil.
But little do they know, how I came to these traits?
Little do they know, experiences and circumstances that shaped me into who I am today.?
Little do they know, how unhappy I'm with what I'm currently doing?
All they know is that this company is owned by a successful woman.
But Little do they know if that successful lady is happy living a life ruled by others'
expectations.?
Do they know how this powerful lady didn’t even get a single chance to fulfill her own dreams?
Do they know the depressing life that successful woman is living?
Little do they, If this successful lady dream is really law?
Writing has always been my dream, a secret escape from my harsh reality.
I've yearned to become a writer, to build my own writing company where others can escape from this cruel world and find their safe haven.
Even mafia characters seem noble in books, but
in reality, goodness is a rarity.
All Other’s see is a perfectionist who demands everything to be flawless.
But little do they know,
if that's who I am or who I want to be?
This is how I've been raised... no, more like trained.
That's the perfect way to describe it. I've always lived my life according to the rules set by my parents.
I was always trained to be a heartless and powerful person, to perform powerful deeds, and to avoid wasting my free time on worthless things, which don't give me any profit, like spending it with friends like other’s do.
(laugh)
Actually, I've never had any real friends in my life.
Because, I was always too busy trying to make my parents proud, like all children want to do.
And I always longed for their praise, even if it was just once.
But that never came.
The only thing I heard from my parents was, "You have to be perfect, you have to be clever, you have to be powerful, unemotional, or else you are not worth being called
our daughter."
It always shattered me to hear those mean words from my own parents' mouths.
To make them proud, I became everything they wanted me to be.
Now, I'm like an unemotional
robot trapped inside a human body.
To the world, I am a woman to be envied.
But little do they know… being me is not a blessing. It’s a curse.
And now, I am cursed further—bound to a man I don’t know, don’t love, and don’t trust.
This stranger with the deep blue eyes, this man who pretended to kiss me, is about to unravel the life I never wanted—piece by piece.
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