Three Years Ago
Talia Quinn stood under the soft gold lights of the Thornes' estate ballroom, her fingers trembling inside satin gloves.
She looked stunning - ivory dress, sleek hair, the perfect bride. But Damon didn't look at her.
He hadn't all day.
Not when she signed the marriage contract.
Not when they exchanged vows in front of his family.
And not even now, when she wore his ring.
Across the room, Damon Thorne stood beside another woman - her. The one he truly wanted.
Talia had known love wouldn't be part of the deal. Damon needed a wife. She needed safety, protection, and maybe a silver of his attention.
But love? No. He never offered that.
Still, she'd said yes.
Because a girl raised by the streets learns quickly - sometimes, survival looks like a silent smile and a signed contract.
And sometimes, survival feels like standing next to the man you love... while he wishes you were someone else.