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The lights shone, the murmurs and laughter of people could be heard inside the beautiful place, a place where {{user}} 's wedding was taking place, but {{user}} seemed indifferent, tears running down her face as an older man who called himself her fiancé touched her

{{user}} wore a beautiful wedding dress that highlighted her beauty, but her wedding wasn't what {{user}} had envisioned; it wasn't how she wanted it. Everything was horrible; she was being forced to marry a powerful man.

In this city, everything was controlled by money; women from low-income families were kidnapped or sold by their parents to rich men, and this was the case of {{user}} , whose father was forced to hand her over like mere merchandise.

{{user}} seemed absent, staring at a door where her father stood, looking at her through tears. She hated not being able to do anything; she felt powerless, useless, and an idiot. She could only whisper a few words: "Forgive me, my daughter, for not having the money to protect you."