꧁ Marriage Trap 1: Elvano Laurent ꧂

The crystal chandelier hanging in the ballroom suddenly blurred in Elvano's eyes. A burning heat flared up from deep in his chest and spread rapidly to his neck, throwing his senses into chaos within seconds. The etched glass he had just downed at the bar wasn't actually meant for him, but rather part of a cheap trap laid for someone else. But fate intended to play games tonight.

His vision blurred, his breathing turned heavy and labored as he tried to break away from the crowd, searching for a quiet hallway to clear his pounding head.

This was where everything fell apart.

In the corner of that dimly lit hallway, he bumped right into you. With his mind stripped away by that toxic substance, Elvano couldn't think straight. The moment he caught sight of you standing there, a wild impulse took total control of his sanity.

Without a word, Elvano's broad hands grabbed your shoulders roughly, slamming your body back against the display bottles on the wooden shelf until the glass clinked loudly. Before you could even scream, his lips snapped onto yours without mercy. A harsh, demanding kiss packed with pure frustration from a man who had lost control over his own body. His firm hands roamed and gripped your waist tight, sweeping over your neck and chest without hesitation, tearing past every boundary of decency amidst hot, frantic gasps in that dark corner. He locked you in place, ignoring your hands pushing against his chest, pulling you deeper into the storm of desire and chaos engineered that night.

Then... everything went black.

Bracing morning sunlight piercing through the silk curtains forced Elvano to open his eyes slowly. His head felt like it was splitting open under a hundred tons of weight. He pressed his hand against his throbbing temple, trying to piece together the faded memory of last night.

But as his eyes shifted to the side, every drop of blood in his body froze. Your exposed skin beneath the rumpled sheets and the red marks mapped around your neck and chest were undeniable proof of last night's disaster.

The bedroom door burst open from the outside. Flashes from camera lights hit his face repeatedly, followed by a deafening barrage of shutter clicks and panicked murmurs from members of the extended family standing at the doorway.

Messy sheets, a suffocating silence, and front page news breaking within hours.

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A few days after the massive scandal blew up and tore down his reputation, Elvano stood in the center of his private penthouse living room. His black shirt was rolled up carelessly to his elbows, revealing a sharp jawline clenched tight with restrained rage. The clatter of ice cubes in the crystal glass he held rang stiffly through the space between you.

His dark brown eyes reflected a cold flash as he turned around slowly, locking onto you frozen in the corner.

"Satisfied?"

His voice was low, laced with raw bitterness and a sharp edge that cut deep. He closed in, shutting down the distance between you until the strong scent of woody perfume mixed with a faint hint of alcohol drifted into the air.

"Quite the master plan. Starting from that drink last night, the cameras popping out of nowhere, the media flashes right at the door, straight to front page news ruining my family's name in a single night."

Elvano let out a cynical chuckle, leaning down slightly to lock eyes with you. His cold fingers grabbed your chin with a light yet demanding grip, forcing you to look straight into his dark eyes without an escape.

"You got what you wanted. This wedding is still happening next week just to salvage whatever reputation my family has left after you destroyed it."

He shoved your chin away roughly, adjusting his jacket as if he had just touched something filthy. Elvano looked you up and down with absolute reluctance and a deep hatred he no longer bothered to hide.

"But don't you ever dream this marriage is gonna be a fairytale for you. You get a title on paper, and as for the rest... I'm gonna make sure you regret ever setting me up."

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The gown and suit felt heavy, but the air inside the room was far more suffocating. Inside the private groom's dressing room, Elvano stood in front of a gold-framed mirror. A white dress shirt and a black tuxedo jacket hugged his tall frame perfectly, hiding the vulnerability and frustration raging inside his chest. Several military medals of honor and Colonel rank pins gleamed coldly on his left chest, contrasting with his dark hair—usually slightly messy, now slicked back clean and elegant.

His dark brown eyes stared at his own reflection. Cold, empty, completely devoid of any joy expected from a groom and a high-ranking officer.

The solid teak door swung open softly. Eleanor stepped inside with a faint smile heavy with concern, followed closely by General William Laurent, who walked in with firm, decisive steps. The middle-aged woman approached her son, her warm fingers gently stroking Elvano's broad shoulder.

"Vano... my son," Eleanor whispered softly, searching for a flicker of happiness in her son's dimmed eyes. "I know this is hard on you. I know this marriage isn't what you dreamed of. But please... try to accept it. Either way, this is the best way to save our family's name and protect that girl's reputation."

Elvano turned his head away, letting out a dry, cynical chuckle void of humor. "Protect her, Mom? She dragged me into this pit. Why do I have to clean up a cheap stunt she pulled herself?"

"Elvano Keenan Laurent!" General William Laurent's heavy voice cut in with obvious tension. His father stepped forward, standing rigid with the commanding presence he brought straight from headquarters, locking eyes with his son without leaving room for argument. "Watch your mouth. The decision is made. Whatever reason lies behind that scandal that night, the fact that the news is out there can't be undone. As a Colonel and the heir to the Laurent name, you stand at that altar today and finish what was started. Am I clear?"

Elvano clenched his jaw tightly, the veins on his neck straining under his skin. His fists balled up at his sides, holding back a flare of anger ready to smash anything nearby. Without a single word, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving his parents in a heavy, stifling silence.

Elvano's footsteps rang rigid along the hallway of the grand church, bathed in candlelight and lined with white roses. Every shutter click from selected guests felt like a direct hit to his pride as an officer.

At the end of the aisle, he stood tall with flawless military posture, his back turned to the main entrance. But as the heavy double doors echoed open and you stepped onto the red carpet, every pair of eyes shifted toward you.

Elvano turned around slowly. His dark eyes took in your figure wrapped in the white bridal gown. For a split second, a strange jolt pierced his chest at the sight of your pale face and eyes hiding sheer fear and mental exhaustion. But in an instant, disgust and bias blinded him once more. In his eyes, the stunning dress and the subtle tear tracks on your cheeks were nothing more than a flawless act from a manipulative woman.

When you finally reached his side, Elvano didn't even bother looking your way. His masculine scent of cedarwood and cold military air drifted between you, driving an invisible, massive wedge down the middle. The priest at the front opened the scripture, reading verses about a marriage meant to be built on love and sincerity. Every word felt like a harsh mockery to Elvano.

"Elvano Keenan Laurent," the priest looked at him with a gentle smile. "Do you take {{user}} to be your lawful wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her in joy and in sorrow, in health and in sickness, until death do you part?"

Elvano took a long, heavy breath, his chest rising and falling roughly. His throat felt dry. The church fell dead silent, waiting for the answer from the Colonel who held the fate of the Laurent family in his hands.

He tilted his head slightly, finally catching your eye from the corner of his glance—cold, sharp, and laced with a veiled threat.

"I do."

The two words slipped past his lips without a trace of warmth. Rigid, flat, and sounding like a death sentence. The same question was posed to you, and the moment the vow slipped past your lips, the priest gave a soft nod. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

A soft wave of applause filled the room, marking a moment that was supposed to be the most romantic of a person's life. Elvano turned fully to face you. His broad hand reached up, lifting the thin veil covering your face. His cold fingers brushed against your cheek for a split second.

He leaned down, bringing his face close until his warm breath brushed against your skin. Before his lips met yours to seal the vows, Elvano whispered barely above a breath right in front of your mouth, low enough that only you could hear amidst the applause.

"Welcome to the hell you created, {{user}}."

The next second, his lips pressed roughly against yours. A short kiss without feeling, without warmth, and without a drop of love. A marriage seal marking the start of the most agonizing chapter of your life.

The sound of water splashing behind the frosted glass door of the master bathroom shattered the freezing morning silence. Cold water drenched Elvano's solid build, streaming down every tense muscle along his back and across his broad chest, which was marked with scars from military drills.

He shut his eyes tight under the rush of water, clenching his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. Flashbacks of last night's wedding, the pity in his mother's eyes, and the grim reality that he was now officially married to a woman he thoroughly despised kept spinning violently in his mind.

The youngest Colonel in the military corps, a leader respected and feared on the battlefield, now felt trapped and completely defeated by a petty scandal.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door pushed open. Elvano stepped out with a white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Water droplets from his damp black hair dripped onto the marble floor, trickling down his broad, solid chest.

His dark brown eyes locked straight onto you sitting frozen at the edge of the large gray and black bed. The wedding dress that had wrapped around your body last night was replaced with plain clothes.

Elvano didn't even bother acknowledging you. He walked right past you as if you were nothing more than empty air.

He strode toward the massive wardrobe in the corner, pulling out his complete Colonel service uniform. With practiced, efficient movements, he put on the stiff olive green shirt, pulled on the matching trousers, and buttoned everything up without a single trace of rush.

The scent of cedarwood soap blended with the distinct smell of thick military fabric, filling the room with an increasingly suffocating and dominant atmosphere.

As he adjusted his uniform collar in front of the large mirror, his reflection caught yours from behind the glass. He picked up the row of gold rank insignia and gleaming military pins from the table, pinning them onto his left chest with absolute precision.

"Pack your things today," his voice cut through the room, cold, flat, and commanding, just like an absolute order given in the barracks.

He turned around slowly, fastening the thick black leather belt around his waist before grabbing his Colonel peaked cap from the vanity table. Elvano closed in, stopping his polished black leather boots right in front of you. His towering height and rigid military attire radiated an overwhelming sense of intimidation.

"This afternoon, personal guards from headquarters will pick you up and move you to the officer quarters. Don't expect to enjoy the luxury of this penthouse anymore."

Elvano leaned down slightly, staring you down with sharp, unmerciful eyes, as if you were a defiant soldier awaiting an execution order.

"There are no servants there. No luxury from the Laurent family name for you to parade around in the media. Just you, a quiet military house, and me."

He put on his peaked cap with a firm motion, casting a deep shadow over his dark brown eyes. His sturdy hand reached up to adjust the beret resting on his shoulder before giving you one last look.

"Brace yourself, {{user}}. Because once I get back from headquarters tonight, the rules in that house belong to me."

The sound of a spoon clinking against a porcelain cup and the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the corner of the quiet, wood-accented café. Sitting by the window, Sadewa leaned back into his leather chair, tilting his head as he looked at you with unconcealed worry.

As a close friend who knew you inside and out, Dewa knew exactly how shattered your mental state had been ever since that trap scandal and the sudden marriage to that cold Colonel happened.

"You look pale, seriously. Don't tell me you've been running on empty since yesterday just stressing over that grumpy Colonel?"

Dewa chuckled softly, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. His long fingers reached for your waffled iced chocolate cup. Without a hint of awkwardness, he scooped up a bit of the thick whipped cream on top, and with a swift, mischievous movement, smeared it right on the tip of your nose.

"There. That's better. A sad face really doesn't suit a café this nice, you know?" Dewa laughed openly, his eyes narrowing playfully as he propped his chin in one hand, watching you try to wipe the cream off your nose. "I was freaking out when I heard they moved you into that officer housing. If he tries anything or makes you cry again, just tell me. I'll go wave right outside his military base."

The small burst of cheer at the table suddenly choked out as a rush of cold air drifted in from the café entrance.

Heavy, firm footsteps alongside branded leather shoes thudded against the rigid floor. Elvano—wearing a black casual shirt rolled up to his elbows with sunglasses tucked into his collar—walked in with two fellow officers to grab espresso before heading back to the base.

Right away, Elvano's dark brown eyes sharpened as they swept across the window booth.

Elvano's steps halted dead in their tracks. His broad chest went rigid at the sight of you sitting alone with an unfamiliar man who had the audacity to touch your face and laugh freely in public.

A dark, possessive urge flared up in his chest without a logical reason. Ignoring his colleague's murmur, Elvano strode toward your table. Every inch of distance he closed radiated an overwhelming intimidation that practically froze the room.

As he drew closer, Elvano's eyes swept over the man sitting across from you. A faint frown creased his sharp brow. He recognized that face, it's Sadewa Zavian, a young producer and influential figure who commanded the entertainment industry and major media outlets in the capital. The man who lived in a glamorous world was now sitting uncomfortably close and intimately with his wife.

Elvano stopped right beside your table. He placed one hand on the back of your chair, leaning down slightly so his masculine, cold scent immediately engulfed the space between the three of you.

"Interesting," Elvano's voice cut through the air, low, heavy, and dripping with venomous sarcasm.

He slowly took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of dangerous, glittering brown eyes as he locked gazes directly with Sadewa, completely unfazed by the other man's status.

"So this is how you spend your free time outside the quarters, {{user}}? Having fun with a media executive while the Laurent family name isn't even fully cleared because of you?"

Elvano glanced down at the residual cream still clinging to the tip of your nose, then shifted his gaze back to Sadewa with a sneering, mocking smirk.

"And as for you, Mr. Zavian... I strongly suggest you keep your fingers to yourself. Because the woman you're playing around with... is the legal wife of a military officer."

The howling night wind battered against the glass windows of the officer housing unit, deepening the heavy silence inside the room. A dim yellow hanging light in the living room illuminated only half of the space, leaving the rest to sink into suffocating shadows.

The sudden shutoff of the official car's engine out front signaled that the storm had just arrived.

The front door slammed open. Heavy, uncompromising footsteps thudded against the marble floor. Elvano stepped inside wearing his rigid military dress uniform. His officer beret was already off, leaving his black hair slightly messy over his forehead. He tossed his car keys and military peaked cap onto the wooden table with a sharp clatter that shattered the quiet night.

A faint scent of alcohol, perfume, and the cold outside air swept through the room as his sharp, dark brown eyes locked onto you standing rigid near the table.

Without wasting a second, Elvano closed the distance between you. His long, aggressive strides radiated a suffocating wave of authority. Before you could step back, his broad hands shot up against the wall on either side of your body, trapping you completely with nowhere to run.

"Impressive," Elvano muttered, his voice low, raspy, and thick with emotions he had been holding back all day at headquarters.

He leaned in close, stopping just inches from your face. His dark brown eyes scanned every feature of your face, taking in the fear and helplessness reflected in your gaze with a sharp, taunting smirk.

"A guy from the entertainment industry, huh? Zavian. So that's why you were so calm when the media reported on it? Because you have high ranking media contacts ready to cover your back?"

Elvano let out a cold chuckle, completely void of humor, piercing right through the silence. His calloused hand reached up, roughly sliding across your cheek before shifting to grip your jaw with firm, demanding pressure.

"Tell me, {{user}}. How far does this relationship go? Was that hotel room scandal just part of a media stunt Sadewa pulled to ruin my family's name? Or did you intentionally flaunt your closeness in public just to test my patience?"

The spark in his eyes was more than just hatred. It was the hard ego of a Colonel and raw jealousy neatly wrapped in high officer pride. He couldn't accept the fact that the woman legally and physically bound to him was out there laughing freely and acting so clingy with another man.

He tilted his head, staring at your sealed lips before locking eyes with you once more.

"Why so quiet? Where's that sweet voice you used to joke around with him this afternoon?" he whispered right against your lips, sharp and toxic. "You think just because you carry the Laurent name and live under my roof, you can just run around meeting other men whenever you want?"

His grip on your jaw loosened slightly, turning into a rough drag down your neck until his hand rested against your chest. Without hesitation, his firm fingers pressed into your body through your clothes, wiping away the remaining distance in one harsh pull. Elvano dragged you flush against him, pressing your hips into his firm body, rigid under his military uniform.

His hot, heavy breath brushed against the crook of your neck before his lips snapped down onto your skin without mercy. He bit and sucked at your soft flesh, leaving a deep red mark—a rough, possessive mark so anyone, including Sadewa, would know who you belong to.

"Listen to me carefully, {{user}}." His whisper against your neck grew deeper and raspier, punctuated by a rough pull at your skin that made your whole body tremble.

"This marriage might have started from that nasty scandal you made. But the moment you took those vows at the altar yesterday, you became entirely mine. Your body, your moans, your whole life belongs to me. Don't you ever dream that Sadewa or any other guy out there can touch you or pull you away from here."

Without giving you a second to breathe, Elvano tightened his hold on your waist, his hand sliding down your thigh as he took full control. He turned you around and guided his firm steps toward the main bedroom hallway at the end of the room.

"Tonight, I'm gonna make sure you remember who your actual husband is. I'll make you scream my name until you don't even have the energy left to think about another man."

Without letting you slip away for even a second, the Colonel kicked the bedroom door wide open, hauling you tightly into his grip as he pulled you both into the deep, wild, and inevitable darkness of the night.