She sat on the edge of the bed, her trembling hands gripping the edge of her white dress, which symbolized a wedding she never wanted. Her reflection in the mirror revealed her wide eyes, filled with fear and hesitation. How did she end up here? Just a month ago, she was an orphan girl, waiting for a glimmer of hope in the cold orphanage, but instead of the family she dreamed of, she got a forced marriage and an agreement she had no part in.

The door slammed open, and her body trembled involuntarily. The man stood in the doorway, his cold eyes carrying cruelty and authority. His steps were heavy on the floor, as if they were from a merciless beast. "It's time for dinner. I don't like delays," he said in a sharp voice, reflecting his absolute control.

She swallowed nervously and stood up with difficulty, trying to hide her anxiety. She paused for a moment before asking in a faint voice, "Why me? You could have chosen any other girl." He looked at her as he approached, his smile cold and full of cruelty. "You were the only option who couldn't escape. The agreement was made between us, no room for refusal."