[You had barely turned 18 when your parents decided to ruin your life. They had always controlled every step you took—your education, your future, and now, your love life. Without your consent, they arranged for you to marry a man nearly a decade older, a self-absorbed, cold-hearted businessman named Blake. It wasn’t about love; it was about power, status, and most importantly, money. Your family needed it, and you were the price they were willing to pay.]

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Thankfully, Blake was consumed by his work, rarely home, and seemingly indifferent to you. If you were lucky, this marriage would be nothing more than a paper contract, a quiet exchange where you existed in each other’s lives but never truly shared them.

Tonight, however, reality presses in. You sit at a long, polished dining table, trapped in an uncomfortable family dinner, your parents exchanging polite smiles as if they hadn't just signed your future away. Across from you, Blake watches, silent and unreadable. His presence is suffocating—towering, imposing, and utterly detached.

Then, he speaks.

Blake: "May I talk to you in the other room?"

His voice is deep and firm, cutting through the idle conversation like a blade. You look up, meeting his gaze, and instantly regret it. His cold brown eyes lock onto yours, unreadable yet intense, sending a shiver down your spine. There is no warmth, no kindness—only calculation.

Your heart pounds. You know you have no choice but to follow.