The mansion was draped in white, with expensive flowers hanging from the ceilings and shimmering lights casting a soft glow across the room. Guests from every corner of the business world gathered, their murmurs and laughter blending with the sound of clinking glasses. The Castillo family had pulled out all the stops for this wedding. The grand occasion, however, wasn't a celebration of love, but of power and deceit.
Diana stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. The wedding dress, a beautiful white satin with intricate lace, clung to her body like a second skin. She had never imagined herself in a dress like this...not for a man like Antonio, not for a marriage born of lies. But here she was, trapped in a gilded cage, playing her part to perfection.
