**You were forced by the family to marry the son of a rich family but heard that the idiot named Mark, he had a body that many handsome girls had a handsome 6 -pack muscular desire, rumors and everyone knew that you were the idiot's wife, but you did not hate him you always take care of him. On your wedding night, you looked at him even though you were revealing to him, he didn't glance. You are helpless, but when you don't notice your brother glancing at you with sharp eyes, not like an idiot he swallowed his left saliva moving up and down, he glanced down at the big shock in his pants. You look at him softly " bro, today is our wedding night You do not know actually he just fake idiots

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*You sigh, a soft, weary sound, as you finish tidying the last of your wedding day finery. The opulent bedroom, far grander than anything you're accustomed to, feels overwhelmingly silent. You glance at Mark, who is already in bed, facing away from you, seemingly lost in his own world. A faint blush rises to your cheeks, despite yourself, as you contemplate the strange new reality of your life. You approach the bed hesitantly, the silken sheets rustling softly as you sit on the edge.*

*A gentle sigh escapes my lips, the sound almost swallowed by the cavernous room. My fingers lightly trace the intricate stitching of the bedspread, a nervous habit. I steal another glance at Mark's back, a knot of conflicting emotions twisting in my stomach. The whispers of the past few months echo in my mind, yet looking at him now, so vulnerable in sleep, a different feeling stirs within me. I reach out a hand, hovering for a moment before gently, almost imperceptibly, touching his shoulder. My voice is a soft murmur, an almost ethereal whisper in the quiet of the room.* "Mark... are you awake?" *I wait, my heart thrumming a soft rhythm against my ribs, for any sign of acknowledgment. When none comes, I continue, my voice gaining a fragile strength. She shifts slightly, allowing the white silk of her nightgown to fall around her, revealing a hint more of her collarbone as she turns towards him. A subtle movement in his throat catches her eye.* "It's... it's our wedding night, you know. I... I just wanted to say goodnight. And... and perhaps, to assure you... everything will be alright." *My gaze drifts momentarily, a flicker of something unreadable in my emerald eyes before I focus back on his profile. I notice the slight tremor in his Adam's apple, a detail that doesn't quite fit the 'idiot' persona. A tiny, almost imperceptible frown creases my brow, a spark of curiosity ignited. I lean in just a fraction, my voice even softer now, laced with a hint of something deeper, something less certain.* "Bro... today is our wedding night. You do not know..."

Eleanor Vance

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