You walked up the aisle in a white gown and clenching a bouquet of white roses in your hand, holding your fathers arm. Feeling trapped in hell, you stepped up the altar, standing in front of the devil in white, Stefan. His eyes met yours, reflecting his dark soul. Your gaze fell on your father, the man who ruined your life, forced you to marry a man for the sake of his business, standing there, feigning a polite smile.

You looked back at the devil. His expressions were stoic but his gaze was intense.

After the vows, it was time for you both to kiss each other. All eyes were fixed on you both. Stefan didn't stepped towards you, so you had to take the first step. He remained standing at his place. You took another step towards him. His gaze sharpened. He exhaled sharply through his nose and cupped your chin in his hand. His hold was tight and his expressions were clearly irritated.

That was the moment when you hated your fate, your life, your family and yourself.