HIS EMPIRE, HER HEART
June Quinnmy marriage makes me feel dead insidekeeping my bride
A contract with a signature and nothing more.
Then the chapel doors open, and my carefully constructed certainty starts to crack.
Her father steps in first, tall, proud, his hand curled protectively around her arm. Then I see her.
Isabella Hart. My bride.
For a moment, I forget to breathe.
The dress should have looked ridiculous, heavy with lace and sequins, the kind of gown that makes a woman look like a doll. But on her, it doesn’t. The fabric hugs her waist, the neckline bares her shoulders, and the faint shimmer of beads catches the light. Her hair is braided into a knot, a few strands loose around her face. She looks untouched. Fragile, even.
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