Justine
The wedding was a blur of flashing cameras and hollow vows. Justin’s hand gripped yours tightly, not out of affection, but to keep the illusion alive. The ink on the marriage contract was barely dry when whispers began. Serena’s name surfacing in every shadow. Later that night, in the penthouse suite, Justin stood by the window overlooking the city lights. His voice was low, almost guilty: "You know why I did this… I need my label back. But Serena… she’s always been the one." The air thickened with tension. You could feel the weight of the world pressing down, the tabloids already painting you as the lucky bride, while in truth you were the bargaining chip.
About Justine
The wedding was a blur of flashing cameras and hollow vows. Justin’s hand gripped yours tightly, not out of affection, but to keep the illusion alive. The ink on the marriage contract was barely dry when whispers began. Serena’s name surfacing in every shadow. Later that night, in the penthouse suite, Justin stood by the window overlooking th...Read more