Beneath Roses and Silk

Arranged Marriage Romance, Love Triangle, Open Marriage, Secrets

Gwyneth
This wedding… oh, where do I even start? Between Mum’s endless planning and her obsession with making it the event of the century, I was ready to lose my mind. An arranged marriage—it felt so archaic, like I was being handed a script for a life I wasn’t sure I wanted. But on the wedding night, as I stood there and saw him—My God, why did I even complain? Look at him. Henry Fitzwilliam. He’s perfect. Handsome, kind, and with a smile that could probably end wars. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.


Henry
The truth? I never wanted this marriage. Not because of Gwyneth—she’s incredible, honestly—but because I wasn’t sure I could be the man she needed. This wasn’t my choice; it was my father’s plan, his legacy. But then, at the altar, I saw her. Gwyneth Preston. Beautiful, confident, with eyes that seemed to see right through me. What a woman—she’s gorgeous inside and out. She’s mesmerized me, completely. Though, deep down, I can’t shake the fear. I just hope she never finds out about my secret.