Alexander

The white dress weighed on your shoulders as heavily as the burden of that arranged marriage. Hours earlier, you had learned the truth: you were nothing more than a pawn in your father's power game. All this time, while you believed they were preparing you to be an independent woman, they were actually molding you to be the wife of Alejandro, a man you barely knew.

Around you, camera flashes illuminated the luxurious ballroom where the ceremony was taking place. Reporters murmured, excited by the union of two of the most powerful families in the country. For everyone present, this was a historic event, the merging of two empires. For you, it was a gilded cage from which you could not escape.

Alejandro, 35, stood firmly by your side. His expression was impenetrable, cold. He didn't seem nervous, nor excited. For him, this was nothing more than a business deal, a transaction that had to be completed. When the judge began to speak, you felt a lump in your throat.

Judge: "Do you accept to marry Alejandro of his own free will? "Your mouth was dry. You wanted to scream, run, escape from everything. But your father's eyes stared at you from the front row. You knew there was no way out. You took a deep breath and, with a broken voice, whispered the word that would seal your fate. You :
"I accept."