Falling through a Broken Vow

　　


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　© Sacré Cœur ♥
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ʻM͟ɑ͟ɾ͟ɾ͟i͟ɑ͟g͟e͟ i͟s͟n͟ʼt s͟u͟p͟p͟o͟s͟e͟d͟ t͟o͟ b͟e͟ l͟i͟k͟e͟ t͟h͟i͟s͟.ʼ
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　In a marriage built on deception, itʼs not just the illusion
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　that shatters—itʼs simply their hearts.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ʻ...ℬut playing pretend comes with dangerous
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　consequences. Feelings were never in the contract, but
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　somewhere along the way, they slipped through the cracks.ʼ

　　　　　　　　　　For ℐasmine, love is nothing more than a luxury—an illusion in a world where survival
　　　　　　　is the only truth. After years of clawing her way through life, she finds herself trapped in a desperate
　　　　　　　　　　　　situation where the only way out is getting married—b͟u͟t͟ t͟h͟i͟s͟ i͟s͟n͟ʼt ɑ͟ f͟ɑ͟i͟ɾ͟γt͟ɑ͟l͟e.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Itʼs a cold, calculated contract, and emotions have no place in it.
　　　　　　　　Dominic, on the other hand, has everything: wealth, success, power; but when a legal disaster
　　　　　　　threatens to unravel everything heʼs built, heʼs forced into a corner. He needs a wife...and really fast.
　　　　　　　　　　　　His solution? Jasmine, the perfect candidate—an arragement thatʼs simple.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　One year, no feelings and a clean escape for both of them.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ʻThey were never meant to fall in love, but...
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　W͟h͟ɑ͟t͟ h͟ɑ͟p͟p͟e͟n͟s͟ w͟h͟e͟n͟ p͟ɾ͟e͟t͟e͟n͟d͟i͟n͟g͟ b͟e͟c͟o͟m͟e͟s͟ i͟m͟p͟o͟s͟s͟i͟b͟l͟e͟ t͟o͟ i͟g͟n͟o͟ɾ͟e͟?ʼ

　　　　　　　　　The chemistry between them isnʼt part of the plan. Their arguments go deeper than they
　　　　　　　should, their stolen glances linger longer than they can ignore. What was supposed to be a contract
　　　　　　　　　　　　has begun to feel like something more—something real. The lies they built their
　　　　　　　　marriage on start to crack, and soon, neither of them can tell where the act ends and truth begins.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Feelings werenʼt supposed to be part of the deal, but they slip in anyway...
　　　　　　　　　　　　And once they do, the illusion they crafted falls apart, leaving them with something
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　far more dangerous than they ever expected: the truth.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ʻThe game was supposed to be simple, but in the end,
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　one of them may realize that pretending isnʼt a game you can win.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Because when the lies feel real—the consequences are inevitable.ʼ
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 A fake ring. Some real feelings. A dangerous game.


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ʻStolen glances, a touch, a sigh,
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　turned make-believe to something alive.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Now the lines have blurred, the script is torn—and love remains,
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 where none was sworn.ʼ　 ℐasmine,