The house was drowned in shadows, a sea of men in black standing tall, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. A low murmur rippled through the crowd before erupting into a deafening roar. Their prince had returned.
Gunfire shattered the night-not in violence, but in tribute. Muzzles flared, bullets soared, and the air buzzed with raw energy-loyalty, power, and the unmistakable scent of gunpowder. He stood at the heart of it all, his gaze cold, unreadable. This was his kingdom. And tonight, the world would hear his name.
"I never thought a forced marriage would lead me here-standing over my husband's greatest secret." Lisa's voice trembled as she took in the scene before her.
In 4 Years Apart, love and deception collide. What happens when a marriage of circumstance unravels the darkest truths?
Their marriage dynamic is...strange. Married to the most dangerous man in the country yet he barely speaks to her, other than small words. He look after her needs and took care of her despite being man of few words.
I started this because I wanted to capture those fleeting, awkward, and unforgettable moments and imagination we all have-the ones we overthink, replay in our heads, and sometimes wish we could go back to. Maybe you'll relate to it, maybe not, but either way, I'm grateful you're here, reading this.
Thanks for giving my words a chance. It means more than you know.