✨ Episode 2: The Wedding Without Love
The chapel was beautiful—white roses, gold curtains, and guests in designer clothes. But I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt like a prisoner in silk.
My wedding dress sparkled under the lights, but my heart was heavy. My hands trembled as I stood beside Darius Black.
He was everything the tabloids said—tall, powerful, dressed in a custom suit, eyes like ice. He hadn’t said a single word to me since I arrived. He hadn’t even looked at me.
> “You may now exchange vows,” the officiant said.
I turned slightly toward him, but Darius kept his eyes on the priest.
> “There will be no vows,” he said coldly. “Just sign the contract.”
Gasps echoed around the room. My lips parted in shock, but I said nothing. What could I say?
A man in black handed us a document. My father had already signed it. I could see his signature—shaking and desperate.
I stared at the line where my name should go.
One signature, and I would no longer belong to myself.
But it was already done, wasn’t it?
My fingers moved on their own. I signed:
> Amara Obi-Black
The name looked strange. Foreign. Wrong.
Darius signed his name next to mine without hesitation. Then he stepped away, as if even standing near me was a burden.
> “It is done,” he said simply.
There was no kiss. No smiles. No congratulations.
Just a cold silence as he walked out, leaving me behind in my wedding gown… alone.
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Hours later, a driver took me to a mansion in Banana Island.
The guards at the gate didn’t smile. The housekeeper didn’t welcome me.
I was shown to a massive bedroom—gold curtains, white furniture, and a king-sized bed that felt too big for one person.
> “Sir won’t be joining you tonight,” the housekeeper said.
I stood there in silence as she closed the door behind me.
Still in my wedding dress, I sat on the edge of the bed and whispered to myself:
> What kind of marriage have I walked into?
And somewhere deep inside me, I knew...
This man wasn’t just cold.
He was dangerous.
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💭 End of Episode 2