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Aires
I never understood weddings.
The cost.
The extravagant performance from your vows to your first dance as man and wife to the cutting of the red velvet cake that no one actually ate.
The two families coming together as one.
The speeches.
The bride throwing the bouquet and the groom the garter.
For someone who didn’t care much for weddings, I found myself at them more often than I gave a shit about.
You see, it was all bullshit.
One big production.
A huge lie.
Beginning with the life sentence of “will you marry me” while you’re down on a knee as if you’re begging her to say yes to you.
And don’t get me started on the term soulmate…
A bunch of Hallmark propaganda made to fuck you over in the end when she hired the most expensive lawyer money could buy to take you for everything you’re worth.
Again, it was all bullshit wrapped in a bright red bow, served on a silver platter beside your balls that you willingly just handed her.
I know what you’re thinking. Who hurt me, right? What happened to me? Who broke my heart? What’s my origin story for being so cynical at only twenty-five years old?
Well, the truth was my parents were still married, and the generations before them were too, but let’s get one thing straight right off the bat. Marriage in my family was simply a business transaction of who would further your career.
Your reputation.
Your lifestyle.
Especially your finances.
I came from a long line of successful actors and actresses. Decades of A-list celebrities who won multiple Oscars and Academy Awards were merely the shoes I had to step into.
There wasn’t a decision to be had on my part.
I was born to be an actor, whether I wanted to be or not. But not just an actor—I was born to be a star. The walk of fame was basically my family’s legacy. Handprints of blood, sweat, and tears followed each footstep as you walked down the monumental sidewalk.
It was more than a calling for me—it was a blueprint for a future I had no choice but to say yes to because I was Nicholas Aires III.
My parents were icons.
We weren’t just rich. We were generationally wealthy, which meant we had two very different statuses in the world of the elite. My family was a staple in the industry and in the lifestyle of the rich and famous, setting the bar incredibly high for those whose moments would eventually come.
Everything in this business was a moment in time.
The past.
Present.
