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I was never the pretty one.<\/p>\n
Not in school. Not anywhere.<\/p>\n
The kind of girl people don\u2019t notice unless it\u2019s to laugh. Crooked smile, awkward posture, always a little too quiet or a little too much at the wrong time.<\/p>\n
By high school, I had already accepted it \u2014 no one was ever going to fall in love with me.<\/p>\n
Except Chloe stayed.<\/p>\n
She never laughed. We stayed friends through school, then ended up at the same university, sharing a small apartment.<\/p>\n
After graduation, she planned to go back home.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t have a home to return to. My family made that clear years ago.<\/p>\n
So I followed her. Found a job in her city. Rented a small place nearby just so I wouldn\u2019t lose the only person who had ever truly stayed in my life.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s how I met her grandfather.<\/p>\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n
Seventy-six, sharp, observant, and nothing like I expected. We started talking over dinners, then longer conversations. Somehow, he listened to me more than anyone ever had.<\/p>\n
And one night, he made an offer.<\/p>\n
Marriage.<\/p>\n
He was wealthy. Very wealthy.<\/p>\n
And for the first time in my life\u2026 I saw a way out.<\/p>\n
No more worrying about rent. No more counting every dollar.<\/p>\n
When I told Chloe, she looked at me like she didn\u2019t recognize me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t think you were that kind of person,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
She cut me off that same day.<\/p>\n
The guilt stayed.<\/p>\n
But not enough to stop me.<\/p>\n
The wedding was small. Only Arthur\u2019s family. No one came for me \u2014 I wasn\u2019t surprised.<\/p>\n
It was held in a quiet, expensive hall. Everything looked perfect.<\/p>\n
Like a life I had stepped into, not earned.<\/p>\n
Afterward, we drove to his estate.<\/p>\n
And when I finally stepped into the bedroom, still in my wedding dress\u2014<\/p>\n
Arthur walked in behind me.<\/p>\n
Closed the door.<\/p>\n
And said,<\/p>\n
\u201cNow that you\u2019re my wife\u2026 I can finally tell you the truth. It\u2019s too late to walk away.\u201d<\/p>\n
PART 2<\/b><\/p>\n
My breath hitched in my throat. I clutched the heavy satin of my wedding gown, my knuckles turning white as my mind raced through every dark scenario. Was Arthur a monster? Was I about to become a prisoner in this grand, silent estate?<\/p>\n
Arthur walked slowly over to the mahogany desk near the window. He didn\u2019t look menacing; in fact, he looked tired, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his tailored suit jacket. He unlocked a small brass safe hidden behind a painting and pulled out a thick, leather-bound portfolio.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down, Hannah,\u201d he said gently, gesturing toward the armchair near the fireplace.<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard and sat, every muscle in my body coiled tight.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth is,\u201d Arthur began, setting the portfolio on the table between us, \u201cI am not wealthy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked, thoroughly stunned. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n