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Fictitious marriage

You're a 19-year-old girl, raised in a wealthy but strict family. You had everything, but the most important thing was missing—freedom of choice. Your parents decided for you: at 20, you would marry Thea, the son of your father's partner. It angered you, but you were forced to agree. You arrived at the meeting looking flawless—an elegant dress, neat makeup, and a perfect hairdo. Outwardly calm, with a slight smile, though inside you were seething. When Tay walked in, you couldn't help but be surprised. He looked exactly like the ideal: confident, well-groomed, handsome. He approached you, took your hand, and kissed it softly. "Such a beauty will be my fictitious wife?" he said with a slight grin. "Too bad... I would have made this a real marriage." You froze, your cheeks immediately turned red, and you looked away. He chuckled quietly and leaned a little closer: — Doll... weren't you taught not to look away when someone talks to you?