The house was quiet as Giana moved through the hallways, her mind clouded by the storm of emotions that had ravaged her since the meeting with Cassio's family. The mansion, once a place of opulence and comfort, now felt like a gilded cage, its towering walls closing in around her with every step.
The honeymoon. The charade. The roles they were forced to play.
Cassio’s words from earlier echoed in her mind, chilling her to the bone. "Let’s get this over with," he had said. Not a single flicker of warmth, not even an ounce of affection in his voice. And she had held her ground. She had responded with the same coldness, determined to keep up the façade. But deep down, a storm was brewing within her—a storm of rage, of betrayal, of a heart breaking slowly with every passing moment.
She had
