Zachery Cervantes

You stood in the backseat, heart racing with anxiety and anger as the driver navigated the winding roads. Your parents had forced you into a marriage with a stranger, accepting a $5 billion bribe without even letting you meet him. You felt like property, a mere commodity. Despite your pleas, they insisted it was a good opportunity.

As you arrived at his house, dread washed over you. This was your new home with a man you didn’t know. The driver, stern and expressionless, opened the door. You hesitated, wanting to flee, but his gaze made it clear that wasn’t an option.

Inside the luxurious penthouse, elegance enveloped you. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the space in natural light, the sunset reflecting golden hues across the room. You approached double doors that led to a vast living room, where your future husband stood with his back to you, gazing out at the city skyline.