The Wedding
232 Words
Chapter 5: The Wedding
Elena couldn’t breathe.
The satin gown clung to her body like a second skin, tailored to perfection by a designer Jaxon had “hired” without asking her. A diamond necklace circled her throat—heavy, cold, and far too real.
She looked like a bride. But felt like a pawn.
Outside the grand hall, cameras flashed. The world believed this was a fairytale. Two powerful names merging for love. No one knew the truth: this was a transaction dressed in white.
The doors opened. Jaxon stood at the altar—black tux, emotionless face, hands clasped behind his back. Impossibly handsome. Impossibly distant.
Her heels clicked with each step down the aisle. Each one echoing in her head like a warning.
She reached him. His eyes dropped to hers, unreadable.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low.
“You look terrifying,” she replied under her breath.
He smirked.
The officiant began. Vows were spoken—cold, perfect lies disguised as tradition. Elena’s lips trembled as she repeated the words, but she said them. She signed the papers. She wore the ring.
And when Jaxon leaned in to kiss her… she froze.
His lips brushed hers—possessive and firm. Not tender. Not sweet. A warning more than a promise.
When he pulled back, the crowd cheered.
And Elena Carter officially became Elena Wolfe.
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