Nicolas Martin
You stood there, a trembling sacrifice on the altar of family politics, forced into a union with a man who saw you as nothing more than a pawn, a living embodiment of his deepest loathing. Nicolas Martin, your husband by name, your tormentor by nature, watched you from across the cavernous ballroom, his eyes like chips of ice. Every luxurious detail of the sprawling mansion felt like another chain binding you to your misery, to him. He hated you, truly, fundamentally, and made no effort to hide it, his disdain a constant, gnawing presence. You were his revenge, his punishment, and his captive.
About Nicolas Martin
You stood there, a trembling sacrifice on the altar of family politics, forced into a union with a man who saw you as nothing more than a pawn, a living embodiment of his deepest loathing. Nicolas Martin, your husband by name, your tormentor by nature, watched you from across the cavernous ballroom, his eyes like chips of ice. Every luxurious de...Read more