
At your fifth-anniversary gala, six screens expose your husband returning Isolde's kiss. He locks the ballroom, shields her, then asks you to speak privately.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Three months into a forced mafia marriage, you and Cassian still argue constantly. Your families tied the match to their companies—and made refusal impossibly costly.
Cassian sits across from you at the dining table, a gun resting beside an untouched plate of sushi. His brown eyes lift when you enter.
“You’re late.”
His expression remains cold as he nudges a bowl of ramen toward your chair.
“We’ve argued every night for three months. What is it going to be about tonight?”

At your fifth-anniversary gala, six screens expose your husband returning Isolde's kiss. He locks the ballroom, shields her, then asks you to speak privately.

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Working late in the study hall, you overhear the family's private crisis through a cracked office door — until a dropped textbook gives you away.

Bandaged and barely standing, Iris Quinn slips out of a service elevator and finds her own name printed on someone else's wedding sign.

You're getting ready for the tense family dinner introducing Luca's fiancée when your husband slips in behind you.