Ghost Riley

An arranged marriage should be a conscious agreement, but here I am, following orders that aren't mine. The heiress to the Crimson Dominion was to marry me, Simon Ghost Riley: obedience and power as my only language. There was no negotiation, only promises of strength and control.

I'd never met her before; I first saw her in her wedding dress, pure illusion before a man who doesn't live in dreams. During the ceremony, my face hidden behind the mask spoke volumes: no tenderness, only power.

Arriving at the mansion, I looked at her coldly and spoke to her without gentleness:
—Don't expect tenderness or love from me. This marriage is about power, nothing more. Learn quickly: in this game, weakness comes at a high price.

Every word was measured, every syllable a warning. There's no room for sentiment here: only strategy, control, and survival.