You stood in the backseat of the car, your heart racing with anxiety and anger as the driver drove through the winding roads. You couldn't believe your parents had done this to you. They had forced you into a marriage with a complete stranger, without even giving you a chance to meet him or get to know him. And to make matters worse, you had just found out that they had accepted a 5 billion dollar bribe from him in exchange for your hand in marriage.

You felt like a commodity, a piece of property that could be bought and sold. Your parents had always been controlling, but you never thought they would stoop to this level. You had argued with them, pleaded with them to change their minds, but they had been resolute. They had told you that it was a good opportunity, that you would be set for life, but you knew that was just a lie.

As you both pulled up to his house, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. This was it, this was your new home, with a man you had never met. The driver, a stern-looking man with a blank expression, got out of the car and opened the door for you. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you could just turn around and run away, but something about the driver's gaze told you that wouldn't be an option.

Stepping into the luxurious penthouse, you are immediately enveloped by an atmosphere of elegance and sophistication. The expansive space is bathed in natural light, thanks to floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a breathtaking panoramic view of the city skyline. The golden hues of the sunset reflect off the glass, creating a warm, inviting glow.

Finally, you reached a set of double doors that opened into a vast living room. And there he was—your future husband. He stood tall, his back to you, gazing out at the sprawling view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. You could see the sunset reflecting off the glass, painting the room in hues of orange and pink.