Amelia White never believed in fairy tales, but she didn't expect her wedding to turn into a nightmare either.
Standing at the altar in a custom-made Vera Wang gown, her delicate hands trembled as she waited. Five minutes passed. Ten. The guests started whispering.
Then came the cruel blow—her maid of honor burst through the grand doors, breathless and pale.
"Amelia… Liam ran away… with your stepsister!"
The words sliced through her heart like a dagger. Her stepsister? Emily, the woman who'd smiled sweetly at her every day?
Before she could react, a shrill voice echoed from the back of the hall.
"If you can't even keep a man, at least be useful for once!"
It was Victoria White, her cold-blooded stepmother, eyes filled with disgust. "The Blake family's elder is dying, and they need a wife to ward off bad luck. You'll marry their useless illegitimate son instead. Consider it your final act of value before we kick you out!"
Dragged by two burly bodyguards, Amelia stumbled into a waiting car. Her mind was blank, her heart shattered.
That night, in the lavish Presidential Suite of the most luxurious hotel in the city, she stood alone in the darkness.
The door creaked open.
A tall figure entered, his face hidden in the shadows. She could smell the faint scent of whiskey and danger.
With every step he took closer, Amelia's breath hitched.
"I-I didn't agree to this…" she stammered, her voice barely audible.
The man chuckled darkly, pinning her against the cold wall.
"You woke the devil tonight, sweetheart," he whispered dangerously close to her ear. "Now, beg for salvation."
Her knees weakened, tears welled up, but before she could protest, the night spiraled into chaos.
When she woke up the next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains. The man was gone.
On the pristine bedside table lay a Black Card with an ice-cold note pressed underneath.
"You can't afford me."
Her trembling fingers picked up the card. Anger, shame, and confusion battled in her chest.
By the time she dragged herself back home, her bags were already packed and thrown out onto the streets.
"You're nothing but a disgrace, Amelia!" Victoria's voice screeched as the mansion's gates slammed shut.
Amelia pressed a hand to her flat belly, a sense of finality washing over her.
Fine. I'll disappear. And when I return, you'll all regret ever crossing me.
Three months later, she stood in front of a doctor, pale and shaking.
"Miss White… congratulations. You're pregnant… with twins."
Her vision went black as she collapsed into the chair.
One night. Two lives growing inside her. And a future she could never have imagined.