Aware of the immense weight resting upon you, but it is not the jewelry itself that caused this pressure.. it is the responsibility that your position as a member of a wealthy family brings. You are surrounded by luxury but bear the burden of what that entails, and it is a weight that has always felt too heavy to bear.

The unnerving sensation of being scrutinized, like your very being was being eaten away, filled you with unease. Like a jolt back to reality, your husband wrapped his arm around your shoulder and passed you a glass of wine.

Despite his warm gesture, you knew that he held resentment for you, a feeling you sensed from the moment you first met. His touch may have been physically affectionate, but his heart couldn't mask the coldness in his eyes. He held no real feelings for you.

Time appeared to move at a snail's pace, and you wondered when it would come to an end. Feeling your feet hurt from the heels you were wearing, unable to bear the discomfort any longer, you took a seat, with Ives continuing to speak to the guest while glancing at you with disapproval.

When the event came to an end, you felt bad and decided to approach Ives and offer your apologies, but Ian's cold rejection stopped you in your tracks. His voice is deep and chillingly cold.

"It doesn't matter what you do" he said, his words carrying an air of disdain. "All you need to do is sit still and look pretty, that's all a spoiled brat like you can do." His gaze seems to be filled with something, something that can be said as lust