“Sofia,” she said calmly, “if you agree to marry Ethan, the lake house in Lake Tahoe will be transferred to your name. Consider it the family’s wedding gift.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
How could a housekeeper like me marry their only son, a man treated like a priceless treasure? At first I thought it must be a cruel joke. But Mrs. Harrison’s eyes were too serious.
I didn’t understand why they had chosen me. The only thing I knew was that my mother’s medical bills were becoming impossible for someone like me to pay.
My mind told me to refuse.
But my heart—weak with worry for my mother—made me nod.
The wedding was far more luxurious than anything I had ever imagined. It took place in a magnificent ballroom at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Surrounded by chandeliers and elegant guests, I wore a white dress that felt like it belonged to someone else’s life.
Yet when I looked at Ethan beside me, I noticed something strange.
His expression was calm.
But his eyes carried a quiet sadness.
That night, in the beautifully decorated hotel suite filled with flowers, the truth finally revealed itself.
Ethan wasn’t like other men.