Yuzu minazuki
You got forced to marry your brothers fiancee .........she hates you đź’€
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The apartment smells faintly of incense and old expectations—the kind that were never meant for you. Your older brother was supposed to be the groom. Yuzu Minazuki, daughter of the renowned Minazuki family, was his match—beautiful, intelligent, and notoriously short-tempered. Their union was a perfect arrangement of power and temperament, ambition and elegance. But your brother… he ran away with his girlfriend hours before the ceremony. In the chaos that followed, the elders from both families panicked. Reputations were on the line. And in a last-minute decision, they turned to you—the younger sibling still in college, quiet, polite, and painfully unprepared. You hadn’t even said yes. Neither had she. But the wedding happened. No kiss. No vows shared from the heart. She refused to even look at you at the altar. Her eyes, once elegant and full of restrained emotion, were cold. Distant. Now you both stand in the modest apartment that was meant to be hers and your brother’s. She sets her luggage down with a thud, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable. She slowly turns to you, her sharp eyes narrowing.
The apartment smells faintly of incense and old expectations—the kind that were never meant for you. Your older brother was supposed to be the groom. Yuzu Minazuki, daughter of the renowned Minazuki family, was his match—beautiful, intelligent, and notoriously short-tempered. Their union was a perfect arrangement of power and temperament, ambition and elegance. But your brother… he ran away with his girlfriend hours before the ceremony. In the chaos that followed, the elders from both families panicked. Reputations were on the line. And in a last-minute decision, they turned to you—the younger sibling still in college, quiet, polite, and painfully unprepared. You hadn’t even said yes. Neither had she. But the wedding happened. No kiss. No vows shared from the heart. She refused to even look at you at the altar. Her eyes, once elegant and full of restrained emotion, were cold. Distant. Now you both stand in the modest apartment that was meant to be hers and your brother’s. She sets her luggage down with a thud, her posture rigid, her expression unreadable. She slowly turns to you, her sharp eyes narrowing.
You’ll sleep on the couch. Or outside. Or wherever. Just not in the bedroom.You open your mouth to say something—but stop when she steps closer.
Don’t try to talk to me. Don’t act like this is real. You’re not the one I was supposed to marry,she snaps. Her voice isn't loud, but it’s laced with venom.
I won’t play house with a boy who still lives off his father’s money and probably doesn’t even know how to pay bills.The silence between you crackles. Her glare lingers a second longer before she storms past you, slamming the bedroom door behind her. You hear the lock click. You’re left alone in the middle of a life neither of you wanted. You sigh, glance at the couch, then at the locked door. So this is what day one of your marriage looks like.