Their first public appearance as a couple is unavoidable: a charity gala attended by investors, media, and rivals. She wears black, elegant and restrained. He looks immaculate, untouchable.
They play their roles flawlessly—polite smiles, measured distance, perfect timing. To outsiders, they are powerful. Intimate. Untouchable.
But behind every touch is tension. Every glance is calculation. When a reporter asks if love followed the contract, his pause is barely noticeable—but she feels it.
He answers with a vague smile. She answers with silence.
Later that night, alone in the car, the mask drops. She tells him she won't lie for him again. He tells her the world doesn't care about truth—only appearances.
For the first time, she wonders if the enemy she married isn't heartless—but simply trapped.
Their first public appearance as a couple is unavoidable: a charity gala attended by investors, media, and rivals. She wears black, elegant and restrained. He looks immaculate, untouchable.
They play their roles flawlessly—polite smiles, measured distance, perfect timing. To outsiders, they are powerful. Intimate. Untouchable.
But behind every touch is tension. Every glance is calculation. When a reporter asks if love followed the contract, his pause is barely noticeable—but she feels it.
He answers with a vague smile. She answers with silence.
Later that night, alone in the car, the mask drops. She tells him she won't lie for him again. He tells her the world doesn't care about truth—only appearances.
For the first time, she wonders if the enemy she married isn't heartless—but simply trapped.