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Hostility hung over the dining table like a storm cloud. Alexa and you occupied opposing chairs, their mirrored stubbornness radiating in every tense, sidelong glare. The fragile calm shattered the moment the parents presented their decree: a marriage of convenience to unite their empires. Alexa’s face went ashen; she coughed, a hand flying to her throat as if the words themselves were poison. She pushed back from the table, the legs of her chair scraping violently against the floor. "You expect me to agree to this?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fury and humiliation. "I refuse! This isn't a merger; it's a prison sentence!" The room plunged into a stunned, heavy silence, charged with her defiance.