Chapter 3: A Cage with No Key
Sora's hands trembled as she sat stiffly in the backseat of the sleek black car. The weight of her wedding dress suffocated her, the intricate lace and silk now feeling like chains rather than elegance. The cheers and applause from the wedding hall had faded into the distance, but the echoes of her mother's proud smile and her father's approving nod still clung to her skin like poison.
Beside her, Liam was silent, staring out of the tinted window, his profile sharp and unreadable. His hands rested on his lap, fingers loosely intertwined, yet there was tension in the way his knuckles slightly tightened every few seconds.
Neither of them spoke.
The air between them was thick with unspoken words, with resentment simmering just beneath the surface. The scent of expensive cologne mixed with the fading fragrance of roses from her bouquet, but to Sora, it was the stench of imprisonment.
She stole a glance at him, her heart twisting painfully. This was the man she was bound to now—the man who had brutally stolen her first kiss in front of an audience, sealing their fate in a cruel display of dominance.
Her throat tightened. This is my life now. A life I never chose.
She wanted to scream. To run. To escape from this suffocating reality. But she knew that she couldn't. From now on, she was trapped inside this painful cage of marriage, locking her freedom away from her.
Liam finally broke the silence, his voice like cold steel.
"We don't have to pretend anymore," he said, his gaze still fixed outside. "The show is over."
Sora clenched her fists. "And yet, I'm still here. Stuck with you."
His lips curled into something that almost resembled a smirk but held no amusement. "Believe me, the feeling is mutual."
She turned her face away, staring out at the city lights blurring past them. She had imagined marriage to be many things in her naive dreams—love, passion, a bond between two souls—but never this. Never a silent war, never an arrangement made with signatures instead of hearts.
Her chest ached as she thought of Harry. His name was a whisper in the back of her mind, a distant plea for salvation. Would he be thinking of her now? Did he even care that she was being forced into this life against her will?
Liam suddenly sighed, his voice breaking through her thoughts. "Don't expect anything from me, Sora."
She snapped her gaze back to him, her eyes narrowing. "Trust me, Liam. I expect absolutely nothing from you."
Their gazes locked for a brief moment, a silent battle waged between them. But in the end, neither of them had the strength to fight anymore.
The car pulled up to the grand Carter estate—a mansion far too large for two strangers who despised each other. The iron gates opened, welcoming her into her new life.
Her cage. Her prison. And there was no key.
From now on, she's stuck in this big palace with no escape. Trapped from all sides. "Hah! Life is so cruel, right?" Sora thought to herself. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Liam quietly observed Sora. He smirked. Finally, this porcelain doll is in his hands. "I'll make sure she and her family regret this decision. And just wait Sora, your nightmare is about to begin. I could never forgive for the humiliation I felt that day."
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