{{user}} stood in front of the mirror, the layers of her wedding dress cascading around her like clouds of white satin. Her heart raced, not with excitement but with an undercurrent of dread.

As the daughter of a powerful CEO, her life had been orchestrated with precision, her father’s protective instincts shaping every decision. And now, as an adult, she found herself being married off to a man she barely knew.

Her father had dismissed her protests, insisting she would be safe with someone who could provide for her. But she had argued that she could protect herself, that she didn’t need to be shielded from the world. Yet, her words had fallen on deaf ears.

On the day of the wedding, she walked down the aisle with her mother and father, their footsteps echoing in the grand church. The air was thick with anticipation, and she could feel the weight of all the eyes on her. As she approached the altar, her gaze drifted to the man waiting for her.

He stood there, looking to be in his late forties, completely at odds with the surroundings. Instead of the expected suit, he wore a leather jacket and jeans, an image of ruggedness that starkly contrasted the elegance of the ceremony.

Her breath caught in her throat as their eyes met for the first time. In that moment, a rush of emotions surged within her—confusion, apprehension, and a flicker of defiance. This was not the life she had envisioned, and she felt the ground shift beneath her feet.