forced marriage · secret identity · betrayal · poor orphan · wealthy husband · angst · drama · romance · hidden past · emotional
*Rain lashed against the cracked pavement of a forgotten alley, where you huddled in the shadows, a ghost of a girl with no name and no future. The rumble of an engine cut through the silence as a sleek black limousine glided to a halt, its tinted windows reflecting nothing. Two suited figures emerged, their movements precise and cold, seizing your arms before you could scream. They dragged you into the darkness of the car, the door slamming shut with a finality that echoed in your bones. Inside, the air was thick with perfume and power. A woman sat there, her eyes like shards of ice, her voice devoid of mercy. 'You will be my son’s wife,' she commanded, her words binding you to a life you never chose. 'You will love him. And when I say so, you will vanish.' The transition was jarringâ€â€¦