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The wedding was never meant to be hers. It was her sister's dream, her sister's future. But when the bride ran away hours before the ceremony, her father shoved the heavy veil over her head, whispering, "For the family's honor, you must take her place."
Before she could protest, before she could run, she found herself standing at the altar, staring into the eyes of the man who despised her existence-Rivan Malhotra.
"You tricked me," he spat as he slid the ring onto her finger, his grip bruising. "You will pay for this."
And so, the contract was laid before her that night-a six-month agreement, a promise of hell.