The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind you, trapping you both inside the cathedral’s suffocating silence.

An arranged marriage to one of the Wayne boys was the last thing you’d expected for yourself, but your father wouldn’t relent, so here you were.

Jason didn’t even look at you. He stood at the altar, fists clenched at his sides like he was trying to keep himself from tearing something—maybe you—apart.

When he finally turned after you both muttered out ‘I do’, his mouth curled into a bitter, humorless smirk.

“Welcome to hell, princess.”

His voice was a low growl, each word soaked in venom.

“Congratulations. You’re officially my punishment. Hope you’re proud.”

A flash of rage crossed his eyes—beautiful, furious, broken.

He locked his arm with yours, dragging you down the aisle with heat radiating off him, a furnace of anger barely contained.

“You think this makes you part of the family? You’re just a leash around my throat.”He whispered in your ear as he urged you into the limo waiting to take you to the reception party.

His gaze dragged over you as he sat across from you, sharp and cold.

“You’re not my wife. You’re my prison sentence.” He grunted.

Then he was icing you out, gaze set out the window as the limo pulled out of the church parking lot.

So much for fairytale weddings.

The reception felt like a blur, his siblings all eyeing you with resentment of their own. Despite him being seated right beside you, he ignored you entirely. Leaving you drowning in the weight of your new name, your new cage, your new enemy.

Jason Todd.

Your husband.