Sara McQueen had always imagined her wedding day would feel like stepping into a dream she never wanted to wake from.And in many ways, it did.The cathedral was drenched in light—gold spilling through stained glass windows, scattering across marble floors polished to perfection. Nobles filled every seat, whispering admiration like it was part of the ceremony itself. Everything about her marriage to Alexander Hamilton looked like destiny dressed in silk and gold.Alexander stood at the altar like a man carved from control itself. Calm. Composed. Devoted in a way that made people believe in permanence. When he looked at Sara, it was with a certainty that made her feel chosen, not just married.And Sara—Sara believed in it. She believed in him.When she walked down the aisle, it wasn’t fear she felt. It was a feeling..peace. The kind of peace that comes from finally arriving somewhere safe after years of not knowing where home is supposed to be.Alexander’s hand closed around hers when she reached him, steady and warm.“You’re mine now,” he whispered softly, just for her.And she smiled.“I already was,” she answered.The vows passed like a sacred rhythm. The kingdom watched as two powerful houses became one. When the priest declared them husband and wife, the hall erupted in celebration—cheers, music, the sound of a future being sealed shut in celebration.Alexander kissed her gently, professing his promises and vows to Sara.Sara only thought that this is it. This is my life.But fate does not always announce itself.It waits.The celebration moved outside into the palace courtyard, where lanterns floated like captured stars and nobles drank to alliances and peace. Sara stood beside her husband, smiling when expected, accepting congratulations like she had rehearsed her entire life.Alexander never let go of her hand.That should have been enough.It almost was.Until she saw him.At first, it was nothing important—just another figure among the King’s Guard standing at the edge of the crowd, half in shadow, half in silence. He wasn’t celebrating. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even pretending to belong in the noise of joy surrounding him.He stood apart, like he didn’t need permission to exist where he was.And then he turned his head.Just slightly.And looked at her.The slight contrast between them felt like nothing she had ever felt.But Sara, Sara thought stopped.It wasn’t as dramatic. There was no thunder, no sudden silence, no obvious sign that something had changed. It was quieter than that. Worse than that.It was a feeling that slipped into her chest without warning—warm, sharp, unsettling.Her breath caught before she understood why.The man didn’t move. Didn’t bow. Didn’t look away quickly like everyone else would have.He just watched her. This feeling aroused a deeper feeling in Sara as she contemplated on whether to give into her desire or forfeit. His gaze sent a drenched feeling and a tickling sensation in between her thighs. He stared like already knew her.Sara’s fingers tightened slightly around Alexander’s hand, though she didn’t realize it at first.“Are you alright?” Alexander asked gently, leaning closer.She blinked, forcing herself back into the moment. “Yes,” she said quickly. “Just… overwhelmed.”It was an easy lie. A harmless one.But when she looked back toward the guards, the man was still there.Still watching.And this time, Sara felt something worse than confusion.Her overly stimulated mind had already started playing games on her that made no senseSomeone insignificant in a sea of important things.But the feeling didn’t leave.It followed her through every smile she gave, every toast she accepted, every time Alexander’s arm rested protectively around her waist. She was present, but only partially. Like part of her had stayed behind in that single glance she couldn’t explain.And when the night finally ended, and the palace doors closed behind her, Sara McQueen—newly married, newly crowned in status, newly safe in the world she had always wanted—found herself thinking about a man whose name she did not know.And a look she could not forget.

The cloud had slowly turned grey as rain water began to pour violently. The view from the skycrapper became very hard to see through, she just walked into his office knowing her punishment would be far worse than she expected. Inside waiting a man who could ruin everything for her. “You really want to die”,he said the moment he set his eyes on her as if enjoying the control he had over her. “It's the rain..I”. She was already shivering, seeing masked men with weapons surrounding him. “Where are my reports? Give them to me”, he interrupted. “ You really aren't as foolish as I anticipated..now sign this contract and get inside that room”,he pointed towards the room across his office. Her hands shook as she signed the contract. She slowly walked into the room across the office, less than 5 minutes, she was dressed. She knew her family's debt,her aging parents and her sister's life—all depended on this moment. As she walked out from the room she had flashbacks of how her life was, everything crumbled because of a mistake her brothers made. He leaned close to her, his presence carried a sense of power and danger. She felt her knees slowly going weak. “Good”.. he murmured. “From now you belong to me. Only me.”His words sent a tightened feeling to her chest. She said nothing to her defense. She knew that sympathy was far from this man. His eyes were cold, cruel and merciless and every word he spoke carried a wave of hatred towards her. She knew her fate was in this man's hands and he was sure to use this power well.“You!!..”. He pointed at one of his masked men. “Take her downstairs..”. He instructed.Rain slammed harder against the glass, a deep wave of silence filled around the office as she was dragged away from his office. Shortly after— The door opened.An older woman stepped in. Her presence was intimidating and commanding. Everyone lowered their gaze immediately as if welcoming an heiress. “Enough!!. Her voice cut through the room. “Where is my son?”.“He's in his office ma’am. I don't think..” she interrupted almost immediately. “Now I don't think you know me well”. She said with a dangerously calm tone.“Cause if you did, you know you would have lost that tongue of yours.. Get out.” She walked in majestically, every step showing the quiet power she carried. The entire room fell into more silence as the rain had slowly softened.He lifted his gaze slowly as his mother's disappointed face met with his. He knew that she was onto him today.“ I've seen you've been really busy with work baby, care to explain why I saw your men dragging this young woman like a dog across my office..” “ Your office? When did this become your office mother?” He asked.His mother's gaze was sharp, as if holding unto a past that the both of them understood.“ You still haven't given us any information about your marital status or are you still yet to find one?” He let out a slight smile as if mocking his mother's question.“ I do not think you should be bothered about that, you do know I don't have to answer you”. “Don't talk to me like that! Your brothers are making plans on taking this entire company from you, and now you only need a wife to keep it, and you're bluffing.” The tension in the room became thicker than coal as her words pierced every bone in his body. “You need only one girl to save you from this mess, make your choice now or I'm afraid I will make it for you”. Xavier's chest tightened.He knew his mother was right about everything—the timeline, his brother's cruelty and envy. Everything he built was slowly going to be taken from him. He knew that he had to marry and he knew whom exactly it would be. “ Lilith..”. Her name slipped into his thoughts like a promise.“ Mother, it would interest you to know that my brothers would never get their hands on this company”. His voice was steady as he spoke.“Come what may, I will be married at the annual festival next Friday”.His face darkened slightly.“ And I think it's best you tell them yourself..cause an invitation won't be sent_ He knew clearly his brother would fight him on this. * Would Xavier take Lilith as his wife or use her as a pawn to get the company. * Would Lilith stay loyal or betray him instead.