Chapter 253: She’s not Lady Bright...
~Gando Groups~
Alex dropped his phone onto the table with a clatter, pressing his fingers against his temple as a dull ache pulsed through his head.
His eyes shifted to the framed sketch of Lady Bright on the table, her delicate mask etched in soft pencil strokes. stood on the table like a sacred memento.
It wasn’t just a picture. It was a haunting memory. A fixation.
The walls around him bore her image too. The sketches of her in countless outfits, caught in elegant poses, each one more captivating than the last.
Stepping into this cold, domineering CEO’s office felt like entering a private art gallery. Yet every canvas, every artwork told the same story depicting the same woman—Lady Bright.
Behind the grand mahogany desk, he worked relentlessly, files sprawled and scattered, folders wide open before him like puzzle pieces. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he typed furiously on his computer. He had to race against time to get this document ready.
Across from him sat Nuella, a young, fair lady. Her posture poised, her outfit perfectly curated, every inch the rich heiress she was raised to be. But behind the elegance was a heart unraveling.
"Alex," you can’t tell me there’s no place for me in your life after all these years," her voice trembled slightly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
He didn’t even flinch. "Nuella, save yourself the stress and return to your parents. Tell them to nullify the arrangement. I won’t honour this marriage. You’re not my choice," His words were cold, cutting and final.
Her lips parted, stunned. And then the tears came—quiet, reluctant, painful. She couldn’t believe she had lost Alex.