Breaking the Mold of the Closet

After three years abroad, Emma Fowler returned to her homeland and found herself sent to Nathan Tate's bed as a courtesan.

Their night of passion revealed that Nathan didn't recognize her at all.

He became utterly captivated by this new version of her. Emma chose not to reveal her true identity and instead sent him a discreet message, asking if the marriage promise he once made still held.

"I've always seen you as a sister," he replied coldly. His words stung her heart. "Those promises were just to ease your mind while you were getting treatment abroad. We're done. Don't contact me again."

Emma quietly turned off her phone, severing a decade of longing.

Yet on the day she planned to leave, Nathan's eyes reddened as he knelt before her, pleading softly. "Emma… please, don't leave me. You said you'd marry me…"

She shook off his grasp without hesitation. "You said I was just a sister to you."

...

The day Emma returned, a storm soaked her through as she arrived at the hotel where Nathan was celebrating his birthday.

Her drenched clothes did nothing to stop Nathan from devouring her completely.

On the large bed, their bodies intertwined. Her shy whispers teased his ears.

The intensity made Emma's brows furrow as she pressed her hands against his chest, pleading brokenly. "Please… not so rough…"

But Nathan, like a wild stallion, couldn't hold back.

When she felt close to fainting, he finally stopped, his gaze roaming over her with near greed.

He grabbed his phone and stepped into the bathroom. Emma struggled to sit up on the bed.

"Where did you find this one? I'm beyond satisfied. Not only is she untouched, her face and figure are flawless!" His voice, laced with amusement, mingled with the sound of the shower, piercing her ears.

Shock hit Emma like lightning.

She and Nathan had been childhood friends, knowing each other since elementary school. She had loved him for nearly a decade.

But three years had passed since they last saw each other. She had transformed from an obese girl to a slim girl.

During their intimacy, she thought for a moment he recognized her.

Though her heart ached, she convinced herself it was normal for him not to know her.

She debated confessing her identity when their eyes met.

Unlike her flustered state, Nathan seemed calm. He sat beside her, gently stroking her hair with a tenderness she had never seen in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

Emma stared at his face, momentarily lost, before deciding not to reveal the truth.

"Snow," she said.

Pushing aside her tangled emotions, she wanted to enter his world as someone new, to see what his life had become.