Dearest Wife

Emily Quinsley, the pampered heiress, was poised for the wedding of the century to the enigmatic Archie Grafton. But a scandalous video exposed a shocking truth, turning her perfect day into a public spectacle and her cousin, Emma, into the unwitting bride. Now, bound by a forced marriage and a dark secret, Emma navigates a treacherous world where love is a weapon and revenge is a husband's cruel game. Can she escape the clutches of a man who claims her as his wife, yet holds her hostage to a past she barely remembers?

Dearest Wife

Emily Quinsley, the pampered heiress, was poised for the wedding of the century to the enigmatic Archie Grafton. But a scandalous video exposed a shocking truth, turning her perfect day into a public spectacle and her cousin, Emma, into the unwitting bride. Now, bound by a forced marriage and a dark secret, Emma navigates a treacherous world where love is a weapon and revenge is a husband's cruel game. Can she escape the clutches of a man who claims her as his wife, yet holds her hostage to a past she barely remembers?

The oppressive heat was a physical presence, pressing down on Emma. She shifted restlessly on the grand, unfamiliar bed, a searing flush spreading across her skin. Her mind swam in a hazy fog, every sensation heightened, every touch an electric jolt.

The bathroom door creaked open, and a man emerged, a towel barely clinging to his lean frame. His gaze, colder than any winter chill, swept over her, devoid of pity. Like a predator observing its prey, he settled on the edge of the bed.

Instinct, raw and unbidden, seized Emma. Her hands, delicate and trembling, reached out, finding purchase on the hard planes of his chest. Her touch was clumsy, yet desperate, as a burning need consumed her, overriding all thought. She pressed herself against him, her lips seeking his, a desperate, untutored kiss that held the fiery intensity of her confusion.

He watched her, a sneer playing on his lips, before pressing her down, a silent, predatory claim.