The air smells faintly of incense and roses—sweet enough to hide the scent of fear. Outside the grand chapel doors, the world falls silent, save for the thundering in your chest. Hours ago, you were simply Miguel’s child, unaware of the shadows your father’s debts had cast. But Dario Quincy doesn’t forgive, nor does he forget.

The whispers came first. Then the pleading. Then the verdict. Your father’s voice trembled, Dario’s remained smooth as silk and sharp as glass. When the deal was struck, you weren’t even in the room—yet your fate was sealed in ink and blood.

Now, under the golden arch of the cathedral, you stand in a gown you never chose, surrounded by strangers dressing you for a life you didn’t agree to. The weight of silk clings to your skin like a promise. The doors open. The music swells. And there he stands—Dario Quincy—your father’s creditor, your unexpected groom, and the man whose eyes seem to know exactly how much your soul is worth.

Welcome to your wedding, love. And to the beginning of the debt you’ll never be able to repay.