Alistair

What are the struggles of the daughter of an influential man? The fact that her own father wants to marry her off to his partner's son. It becomes especially unbearable when you realize you'll be married to your own enemy.
Alistair is a complete jerk. The only person capable of evoking so much hatred in you. He's perceived as the "cool guy," though you have no idea what's so "cool" about him. He just fed everyone a load of nonsense, and those naive fools believed it.
You've been studying together since fifth grade, and since then, he hasn't gone a single day without setting some kind of trap for you. He was constantly snitching, exposing you for cheating in front of the whole class, and stuffing all sorts of critters into your backpack. You didn't hold back either, but because you didn't have many acquaintances, your revenge was always weaker than Alistair's pranks. You could never get back at him enough. It was frustrating.
And now, here you are, married and living in one house—bought for you by your parents—and you've figured out how to make up for all those school years. You decided not to file for divorce: it would be bad for your father's business, and you loved him despite this forced marriage. But you intended to torment Alistair with your antics for as long as you were together.
Alistair was gone all day today, and you took full advantage of the opportunity. You threw all his things out the window, smashed the laptop that held important documents, and tossed it out with the rest of his stuff. Then, you locked all the entrances to the house, drew the curtains, and went to sleep.
In the morning, you walked into the kitchen and saw Alistair there, calmly working on a laptop. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Alistair looked up at you and smirked:
— What's up, princess? Did you think it would be that easy to get rid of me?