Aveline
Yes, I did say I wanted to marry her.
No, I don't love her anymore.
But that doesn't mean I wanted to marry him—that pervert.
So Ruby? She became the better option.
Now Alia's more traumatized than me.
She still can't process the fact that I'm actually marrying the same mafia woman I swore I'd never touch with a wedding vow.
The irony? I said I could marry anyone but her.
And yet, here I am—becoming her wife.
I can't believe it either.
Alia didn't hold back.
"Aveline, aren't you the one who always said, 'I could marry anyone but not her'?
Now you've got your chance, and you still picked her—while claiming you don't love her."
Next week.
My marriage.
To Ruby Daniel Sun.
The infamous name.
The untouchable legacy—insane fame, an empire of power, a terrifying brain, and a face sculpted by sin itself.
And that attitude? That aura?
People fall for her—boys, girls, everyone in between.
And she's marrying me.
Alia twirled dramatically into the room like a fever dream.
"Yes, Aveline! Yes! She's still protecting you," she screamed like it was a fairytale.
I rolled my eyes. "Alia, that doesn't matter. Her looks didn't attract me."
"Lie!" She pointed at me like a detective mid-breakdown.
"You're totally into her. Admit it."
I muttered under my breath, "I'm more beautiful, anyway."
Alia just laughed.
"That's why—she's hot, and you're beautiful. Power couple.
She's probably more husband-material than half the men in this city."
"I'm happy for you, Aveline."
But me?
I didn't know if I should be happy or terrified.
I wasn't walking into a fairytale.
I was entering a slow, velvet hell.
A life with someone half the world fears.
And I chose this.
I sighed. "Alia, honestly? I don't know anything anymore."
I remembered something out of nowhere.
"She once gave me her studio keys."
"Wait, where did that come from?" Alia blinked.
"I dunno. I just remembered it. Told you. That's it."
And then—my mom walked in, smiling like the world wasn't upside down.
"Girls, come sit. I need to talk to you. Alia, it's good for you to hear this too."
We exchanged looks and sat down.
"Aveline," Mom began gently, "I know you're marrying a girl.
But I've seen her.
She's perfect for you."
"The way she took that bullet? No one else would've.
Stopped a knife with her bare hand.
Who does that?"
She paused.
"She's still worried about you, even now.
I don't know what's between you two, but I saw something in her.
That fire.
That fire of love in her eyes.
She came to me, to defend you, to take you away—without even thinking of the consequences."
She touched my face with both hands, cupping it like I was still her little girl.
"It'll be difficult. But it's a wife's duty—her health, her food, her pain.
I can't believe my baby's all grown up and about to be married."
Mom's voice dropped to a soft ache.
"Be a good person, Aveline.
Always stand by your partner.
Even if the whole world is against her—you should be the one standing beside her.
With trust."
I nodded.
"I will, Mom. I will."
But my eyes drifted downward.
Free spirit?
Don't let it die.
Keep dancing, Aveline.
Even if you have to ask permission now.
"I don't know her completely," she whispered. "But one thing I do know—
She'll stand by you in every decision you make."
Right person?
Am I really marrying the right person?
The one who said, 'You'll have to sacrifice yourself to me.'
I don't know.
But I chose this path.
And I'm not backing out.
Mom continued, as if reading my mind.
"She said to me—if Aveline ever wants a divorce, I won't stop her.
She told me that. Herself."
I blinked, frozen.
"She said that?"
"She did."
I was shocked.
Did she really mean that?
That… she'd let me go?
I didn't want to think about it.
Not now.
Next morning—breakfast.
Dad looked at me with soft eyes.
"Aveline, my dear. You've really grown up. Do you want to continue your studies?"
I sighed.
"I don't know, Dad. I'll see after marriage. I… I don't know anything anymore."
Later, I was talking with my sister.
It felt like a flashback.
Like yesterday I was a child…
And today I'm getting married.
Twenty-two years of life just melted into a memory.
I hugged her tight.
"Sis, I can't believe I'm getting married."
She smiled through tears.
"I know, baby. I know.
I hope you get all the love you've been craving for.
I hope you have a happy, healthy marriage.
And I hope Ruby… I hope she changes. For you."
The wedding wasn't grand.
Both families had fame, sure.
But I didn't want extravagance.
It wasn't love.
It was… something else.
I chose a soft purple mermaid-fit dress.
Not puffy. Not heavy.
Simple. Elegant. Mine.
A silver waist chain—subtle, delicate. It felt right.
I picked a ring for Ruby.
And a watch.
She loves watches.
I knew that.
I wanted to surprise her on her birthday.
But… yeah.
Didn't happen.
I sighed as I held the ring.
It was silver.
Simple. Cold.
Like her.
And finally...
that day came.
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