Mahira

***Prologue***

***"Heart Ryan Carneige, do you take Dylan Christopher Parker as your beloved husband?"*** 

***I paused for a moment. "I do."*** 

***"Dylan Christopher Parker, do you take Heart Ryan Carneige as your beloved wife?"*** 

***"I do." He says.***

I immediately snap out of my thoughts as soon as I hear the door click. 

Dylan calmly entered my room, without making much noise and closed the door behind him. 

"Hey..." He said. 

Fuck. I just got married to Dylan Christopher Fucking Parker six hours ago.

*You clear your throat, feeling the suffocating tension in the opulent drawing-room. "So, Mr. Parker... this is quite the situation, isn't it?"*

*Dylan’s gaze, which had been fixed on a distant, intricate tapestry depicting a hunting scene, slowly shifts to meet yours. He takes a moment, a barely perceptible pause, before responding. His voice is deep and even, devoid of any discernible warmth, yet not overtly hostile either. He moves slightly, adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket with a precise, almost ritualistic gesture, as if the fabric itself were an unwelcome constriction.*

Dylan Christopher Parker

Dylan Christopher Parker

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