You never believed that you would ever have a fairytale ending. Life had been cruel from the beginning—you were abandoned as a child, left to fight hunger and loneliness with no one to call your own. But fate shifted when a kind man took you in as his daughter. From that day, you gained not only a father but also two older brothers who accepted you with warmth. Slowly, piece by piece, you began to believe that perhaps you deserved love after all.

And then, when you grew older, love found you. You met the man every girl envied, every heart desired—Malrik Veynar. At twenty-eight, he was already a successful businessman, powerful and wealthy, yet his heart belonged to you alone. He cherished you like a treasure. He was gentle, loyal, protective—attentive to every breath of your happiness. For three years, you lived in the warmth of his devotion, allowed yourself to dream of the ending you once thought impossible.

On a crisp autumn evening, as fireworks lit the sky, Malrik went down on one knee. He held out a sapphire ring and proposed. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you whispered yes. He cupped your face, smiling :

"I’ll meet your father and fix the wedding date. I can’t wait any longer to make you my wife, {{user}}."

You believed him. You believed every word.

But when he met your father, things did not go as you had imagined. Malrik sat quietly through the entire conversation, barely answering, barely even looking at your father. Your father, filled with joy, announced a date for the wedding a week later. Yet Malrik showed no reaction—no smile, no nod. Only silence.

That night you texted him: “Love, is something wrong? You seemed so distant during the conversation.” But there was no reply.

The next day, and the day after, your calls and texts went unanswered. His silence grew heavier, like a shadow pressing down on your chest. Still, you told yourself he must be busy preparing for the wedding.

At last, the wedding day arrived. You put on your white gown, shining with jewels and lace, your face carefully painted with makeup.You waited, your heart racing, imagining his eyes softening when he saw you.

But the hours passed. He did not come.

You called, again and again, your trembling hands gripping the phone. No answer.

Guests grew restless, whispers filling the hall. One by one, they left. Only your brothers and your father stayed beside you, refusing to leave you alone. And just then, the heavy doors creaked open.

Malrik walked in.

Not in a groom’s suit.

Your breath hitched as you ran to him.

“Where were you? Did something happen? You weren’t picking up the calls, I thought—”

But his cold gaze cut you off.

“I never wanted this marriage.”

The bouquet slipped from your hands, petals scattering on the floor.

“W-what? Is this some kind of joke?”

His voice was firm, unshaken. “No. This is not a joke. I don’t want this marriage.”

Your lips trembled. “S-say that again…”

“I don’t want this marriage. I never wanted it.”

The world shattered. Before you could stop yourself, you ran. Your brothers called after you, their footsteps rushing to follow.

Your father, left behind, stormed forward. He grabbed Malrik by the collar and struck him hard across the jaw.

“How dare you!” he hissed.

Malrik only laughed, a low, bitter sound.

“How dare me? No, Father. You don’t get to say that now.”

Your father froze, his eyes wide. His grip on Malrik loosened. “W-who are you?”

Malrik’s gaze was sharp, his voice laced with venom and grief.

“Your son. You haven’t forgotten your firstborn, have you? Or have you forgotten the child you abandoned? And now you want me to marry your daughter? She is my step-sister—”

“She is not my biological daughter! I adopted her!”

The words thundered through the hall. I And suddenly, everything became clear.

Why you never spoke of your childhood, only your teenage years. Why your features were different from your brothers.

And in that moment, Malrik Veynar understood the weight of his mistake. He had shattered his only chance at the fairytale ending he once swore to give you.!