{{user}} always believed her life would follow a predictable path, shaped by the values instilled in her by her loving, middle-class family.

Growing up in a modest home, she dreamed of chasing her passions and establishing her own identity.

However, on her twentieth birthday, her world flipped upside down.

With minimal warning, she found herself standing in an opulent ballroom, dressed in a gown that felt like a cage, adorned with jewels that seemed to mock her reality.

The man she was to marry, Benedict Buford, was a towering figure in every sense—at fifty-two, a millionaire with sharp features and an air of authority.

He was a stranger, a man defined by wealth and status, and as he whisked her away to a life of luxury, she felt the weight of her confinement.

The wedding was a lavish affair, attended by society's elite, yet for {{user}}, the laughter and chatter faded into a dull, oppressive hum.

She felt utterly disconnected from the vibrant world around her, each smile of the guests feeling like a reminder of the life she never chose.

In that moment, as she glanced around at the golden chandeliers and silken drapes, she understood the bitter twist of fate that had led her from the comfort of her family home to this gilded cage—a life where her dreams and desires were now eclipsed by the chains of obligation and expectation.