In Broken, ruthless businesswoman Fatima Wilson and principled lawyer Zachary Taylor find themselves entangled in a dangerous dance of power and passion, where desires clash and secrets unravel. As their lives intertwine, pasts need to be confronted...
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Zac stood at the altar, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His nerves were starting to creep in, but he kept his eyes straight ahead. Next to him, Khalid was fidgeting slightly, clearly feeling the same anticipation. Both men were dressed in matching black tuxedos, the crisp lines of their jackets accentuating their strong, poised figures. The room was quiet, filled with the soft whispers of guests and the occasional sound of a baby's coo.
"Hold your head up, fix your posture!" Lana's voice came from where she was sitting, causing Khalid to straighten up immediately. He shot her a look over his shoulder, but Lana was busy tending to Kamari, who sat in her lap with wide eyes, her pacifier dangling from her lips. Kamari had let it fall out, and now it hung by her side as she glanced up at Lana expectantly, as if telling her to give it back.
Lana sighed, lifting the pacifier and slipping it back into Kamari's mouth with a practiced hand. Kamari sucked contentedly, her small hands grabbing onto Lana's dress.
Tia, sitting next to Lana, was gently bouncing a fussy Khari on her knee. The little girl was clearly missing the comforting presence of her dad, her eyes scanning the altar for Zac. Thankfully, Tia's necklace—a delicate gold chain—was keeping Khari distracted as she clutched at it with her tiny fingers, occasionally letting out soft coos of frustration.
"She's just like him," Tia muttered under her breath, referring to Khari's fierce attachment to Zac.
"I know, right?" Lana chuckled softly. "Can't be too far from her dad or she gets all worked up."
Khari tugged at the necklace again, her brow furrowing in concentration. Tia leaned her head back slightly to give the baby more room to play with the jewelry.
"You've got her for now," Lana said with a playful grin. "Let's hope she doesn't notice the switch for a while."
Lana then smirked. "You think Fatima's going to make her forget her daddy for more than five minutes?"
Tia laughed softly, her gaze shifting back to the altar where Khalid was still nervously standing. "Not a chance."
As the women spoke in low voices, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The soft melody of a piano began to play, signaling that the bride was about to make her entrance. Everyone quieted down, eyes turning toward the back of the room. Zac felt his heart leap in his chest, the anticipation bubbling inside him as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to steady himself.
The large double doors of the villa opened slowly, and Fatima stepped out, looking every bit as breathtaking as Zac had imagined. She was draped in a luxurious white gown that seemed to radiate elegance and power. The bodice was adorned with intricate, pearl-like beading that cascaded down her torso, accentuating her curves before the dress flared dramatically into a voluminous ball gown.
The design was both regal and bold, with off-the-shoulder straps that framed her collarbone, giving her an ethereal presence. The sculpted floral details on the bodice added a unique, artistic touch, as if the fabric itself blossomed around her, enhancing her natural beauty. The satin skirt shimmered under the soft lighting, the rich fabric folding into soft pleats that flowed like liquid silk as she moved. The long train swept behind her with graceful fluidity, making every step a moment of pure elegance.
