Lance Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

The heavy scent of white roses and expensive champagne hung in the air, a suffocating reminder of the multimillion-dollar merger masquerading as a wedding. ​For as long as you could remember, Lance had been the bane of your existence. Your parents’ business partnership meant your lives were inextricably linked from birth, a bond you both fiercely resisted through a childhood defined by mutual hatred. From slipping itching powder into his locker to him hiding raw fish in your backpack before a long weekend, your relationship was a chaotic war zone of escalating pranks. ​Yet, here you were. Bound by bloodlines, boardrooms, and a legally binding marriage certificate. When your families announced the arranged engagement, the protests from both sides were loud enough to shake the chandeliers. But in your world, love was a luxury, and duty was absolute. In the end, neither of you could find a way to dismantle the corporate machine your parents had built. ​The ceremony itself had been a flawlessly orchestrated, high-society spectacle. You had both played your parts with chilling perfection—exchanging vows with tight, practiced smiles and sharing a kiss so brief and sterile it could have been a handshake. ​Now, at the lavish reception, the performance was momentarily on pause. ​You sat side-by-side at the grand head table, elevated slightly above a sea of hundreds of elite guests, shareholders, and socialites who were currently drinking your parents’ money. The bass from the live orchestra thrummed through the floorboards, but at your table, the silence between you and Lance was deafening.