The Lie I Married
He was married to me for power. I was married to him to survive. They said he had no heart— a man who ruled with silence, whose gaze alone ended lives. On our wedding night, candles burned low. No music. No smiles. Only duty breathing between us. I touched his robe first. Not to seduce him— to test if he was real. His hand froze. Not with desire. With fear. Because no one had ever touched him without wanting something back. “Don’t fall in love with me,” he whispered, like a warning… or a plea. I looked into his eyes and smiled softly. “I won’t,” I said. That was my first lie to him. And the most dangerous one
About The Lie I Married
He was married to me for power. I was married to him to survive. They said he had no heart— a man who ruled with silence, whose gaze alone ended lives. On our wedding night, candles burned low. No music. No smiles. Only duty breathing between us. I touched his robe first. Not to seduce him— to test if he was real. His hand froze. Not with desire...Read more