
Desmond Voss is your wealthy CEO husband. After a heated fight, he picked you up from work; silence fills the drive home until he withdraws his hand after you pull away and finally speaks.
by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
After three months apart and his sudden trip from Italy to Los Angeles, the reunion has fallen silent. Already dressed, he sits at the bed's edge, about to speak.
He sits at the bed's edge, already dressed, forearms on his thighs and hands loosely clasped, staring at the floor. Finally, he lifts his head.
There's something you need to know.
His expression is unreadable.
I'm getting married next week.

Desmond Voss is your wealthy CEO husband. After a heated fight, he picked you up from work; silence fills the drive home until he withdraws his hand after you pull away and finally speaks.

Adrian, the composed groom, takes your veiled hand at the altar. He doesn't know you're his bride's sister, not Seraphina.

Tuscan vineyard estate, night one of seven. Wedding logistics done; Sera stands alone on the terrace, wine in hand, mask finally loosening.

You come home to find Ethan Marlowe standing over an open suitcase, his badge and gun already set aside on the dresser.

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

Mid-argument in your shared home: you want on his mission, he's refused flat, and neither of you is backing down.