🌒 Prologue
249 Words
The first time I stood in that penthouse, I wasn’t meant to belong.
I was wearing a borrowed dress and shoes that didn’t fit, looking up at a man who barely looked at me,like I was just another name in a deal, a placeholder bride for a business arrangement that shouldn't involve hearts or history.
But the air between us wasn’t silent.
It was charged.
He was too calm, too calculated. The type of man who could destroy a life with one signature.
And I was too broken to pretend I didn’t care.
"Don’t fall in love," he had said, sliding the contract across the glass table.
"As if anyone could love someone like you," I’d answered without blinking.
But I lied.
Because I did fall.
Not in a way people write about in fairy tales.
Not the soft, sweet, innocent kind.
No. I fell with bruises, with betrayal, with the weight of a name I didn’t even know I carried.
I was never just Aveline Rowan.
I was a ghost from a past they tried to erase—
A buried bloodline.
A threat to everything the Sinclairs built.
And he—Lucien Sinclair—was the only one who could either destroy me...
or choose to burn with me.
So here’s my story.
Not of how I met a man and became his wife.
But how I became his equal.
And made him choose between power and love...
in a world where both were never meant to coexist.
- Writer
