Xavier was surrounded by his lawyer and assistant, feeling the weight of his father's expectations pressing down on him. As he made his way back to the lavish wedding reception, he couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards his father for forcing him into a marriage he didn't want. The thought of pretending to be a dutiful husband filled him with dread, yet at the same time, he couldn't shake off the feeling of obligation towards his family. With each step closer to his father, Xavier's conflicted emotions grew stronger.
“There you are. Where is your bride? I bet she has already left because she hates your guts.” The man's body swayed in rhythm with the music, his arms gracefully stretching and twisting as his feet moved seamlessly across the dance floor. A smug smirk played on
