The mansion was too quiet.
Too big.
Too cold.
Lena stood in the middle of the luxurious bedroom, her eyes scanning every corner.
Everything felt unreal.
Just hours ago, she was still fighting for her freedom.
Now—
She was married.
To a devil.
The door suddenly opened.
Ethan walked in, loosening his tie casually.
His sharp eyes landed on her.
"You're still here," he said flatly.
Lena crossed her arms.
"Where else should I go? I'm your 'wife' now, right?"
Ethan smirked slightly.
"Don't get used to it."
He walked past her, completely ignoring her presence.
"I don't need a real wife," he continued.
"Just play your role."
Lena narrowed her eyes.
"And what role is that?"
Ethan stopped.
Then turned to face her.
"A decoration."
Silence.
For a moment—
The air turned cold.
Lena laughed softly.
"A decoration?"
She stepped closer.
Dangerous.
Bold.
"Careful, Mr. Blackwood," she whispered,
"decorations can be broken… or they can break you."
Ethan's gaze darkened.
For the first time—
He felt something unusual.
Interest.
But he quickly suppressed it.
"Don't test me," he said coldly.
Lena smiled faintly.
"I already am."
That night—
Neither of them slept peacefully.
Because deep inside—
They both knew.
This marriage was a mistake.