The Diamond Cage
573 Words
I never thought I'd be the type of woman to have a personal shopper, a stylist, and a team of beauty experts at my beck and call.
Yet, here I was, standing in the middle of an exclusive designer boutique as a parade of dresses, heels, and jewelry was laid before me.
Henry had ordered it all.
"Pick whatever you want," he said coolly, sipping his espresso as he lounged on a plush velvet chair, watching me with an unreadable expression.
I swallowed hard.
The lonely, ordinary girl I had been just yesterday had no idea what to do with this world of glamour, excess, and unimaginable wealth.
The stylists draped me in luxurious fabrics, silk, satin, diamonds.
My nails were done to perfection, my hair was styled like that of a movie star.
Then came the final touch—a sixteen-carat diamond ring.
My breath hitched.
I had never seen something so extravagant, so blindingly beautiful.
Henry took my hand and slid it onto my finger effortlessly, his eyes sharp and calculating.
"Now, you look the part," he murmured, admiring his work.
I was speechless.
At that moment, I no longer recognized the woman in the mirror.
I thought we were done after the shopping spree.
I was wrong.
Henry didn’t take me to his office.
Instead, he took me to a multinational business interview and then—a red carpet event.
The second I stepped out of the sleek black limousine, the world exploded.
Flashing lights.
Deafening voices.
Cameras. Everywhere.
The air buzzed with reporters shouting my name as Henry guided me forward with a firm grip on my waist.
"Henry! Is it true?"
"Who is she?"
"How does Hayley Kardashian feel about this?"
"Kayla, how did you land the richest cardiologist in the world?"
I was paralyzed.
I turned to Henry, panic evident in my eyes. "Henry, this is just a contract marriage. You're taking this too far! I don’t want any issues with Hayley Kardashian—she can be vindictive. Please, don’t drag me into this."
His grip on me tightened.
"We’re married, Kayla. Let me make the decisions for once."
There was no escaping now.
I was front-page news.
BREAKING NEWS: KAYLA WILLIAMS MARRIED TO HENRY POLARIS, THE WORLD’S RICHEST CARDIOLOGIST!
The world erupted in shock.
Social media platforms crashed under the weight of the news.
Blogs and news channels speculated, debated, mocked, and envied.
But the worst part?
Hayley Kardashian—who had once boasted about how **grand and luxurious her wedding to Henry would be—**had just been publicly humiliated.
I had unknowingly crushed her dream.
And the consequences would be deadly.
My phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
I hesitated before picking it up.
A voice, sharp and laced with venom, whispered through the speaker.
"You dare humiliate me? You’re going to pay with your life—and your mother’s."
The world stopped.
My stomach clenched, and my blood ran cold.
My mother.
The only person I had left in this world.
I turned to Henry, my hands shaking as I showed him the message.
His expression darkened.
"Welcome to the world of power, Kayla," he said, voice cold and deadly. "You wanted to survive? Then be strong."
But I wasn’t strong.
I was terrified.
The world mocked me.
Society ridiculed me.
But now, someone wanted me dead.
And for the first time, I realized—I had stepped into a war I wasn’t prepared for.
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