My father sat across from me, his hands folded tightly on the table, his expression grim.<\/p>\n
\u201cSon, I wouldn\u2019t ask this of you if there was any other way.\u201d<\/p>\n
I clenched my jaw. \u201cYou\u2019re telling me the only way to save our business is for me to marry a woman I\u2019ve never even met?\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed, his shoulders slumping. \u201cAdriana is Victor\u2019s daughter. The merger with his company is the only thing that can save us now. But he\u2019s\u2026 traditional. He wants to unite the families.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I\u2019m just a bargaining chip?\u201d The words tasted bitter in my mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cJames, please understand\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Dad. I understand perfectly.\u201d I let out a harsh laugh. \u201cYou built this company, made all the decisions that led to this point, and now I have to clean up your mess by selling myself like some medieval prince.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face fell. \u201cJust meet Adriana before you decide.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to refuse. But then I saw it\u2014the raw desperation in his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine,\u201d I muttered. \u201cI\u2019ll meet her. But I\u2019m not promising anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few days later, I found myself sitting across from Adriana in an upscale restaurant. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her dark eyes sharp and intelligent. Her voice was smooth, confident, with just the right amount of warmth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI appreciate you agreeing to meet me,\u201d she said, giving me a small smile. \u201cThis situation is\u2026 unconventional, but I think we can make it work.\u201d<\/p>\n
She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, watching me. \u201cSo, James, what would you like to know about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
The conversation flowed easily. Adriana was witty, surprisingly easy to talk to. By the time we parted ways, I found myself rethinking my opposition.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s incredible,\u201d I told my father the next day.<\/p>\n
Relief washed over his face. \u201cSo you\u2019ll do it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated. Something still felt off. But seeing the hope in my father\u2019s eyes\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I finally said. \u201cI\u2019ll marry Adriana.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our wedding was a business transaction wrapped in white lace and roses. The pews were filled with corporate partners instead of friends, the vows felt more like contract terms, and even the kiss seemed staged\u2014brief, proper, just for show.<\/p>\n
The reception dragged on, and I found myself longing for the moment we\u2019d finally be alone. I wasn\u2019t sure what to expect from this strange marriage, but I figured we\u2019d at least start with an awkward conversation about boundaries.<\/p>\n
Instead, the moment we stepped into our hotel suite, Adriana kicked off her heels, sat on the edge of the massive bed, and locked eyes with me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom now on, you must do everything I tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed, thinking she was joking. \u201cRight. And what\u2019s your first command, Your Highness?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m hungry. Go get me a burger from the McDonald\u2019s on Grant Street. Walk there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blinked. \u201cAdriana, it\u2019s almost midnight. That\u2019s nearly two miles away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m aware.\u201d She smiled coldly. \u201cBetter get going.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. It never came.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t be serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDead serious, James. My father only agreed to this marriage because your father promised you\u2019d do whatever I wanted. That was the deal. So, you can either be my servant\u2026 or watch your family go bankrupt.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stunned. Just hours ago, she had been charming, even kind. Now, she was a stranger\u2014an authoritative one, and one I apparently couldn\u2019t refuse.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. One burger coming up.\u201d<\/p>\n
As I stepped into the elevator, I pulled out my phone and called a taxi. If I was trapped in this marriage, I wouldn\u2019t be completely powerless.<\/p>\n
The next morning set the tone for what became my new normal. Adriana shook me awake at 6 a.m.<\/p>\n
\u201cPress my blue suit,\u201d she instructed. \u201cThen make coffee. Black, one sugar.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rubbed my face. \u201cI\u2019m not your butler.\u201d<\/p>\n
She arched a brow. \u201cNo, you\u2019re my husband. Which means you\u2019re whatever I need you to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every day brought new demands. Wash her car by hand. Pick up her dry cleaning. Massage her feet after work. Each task more demeaning than the last.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you doing this?\u201d I finally asked one evening as I polished her designer shoes.<\/p>\n
She smirked. \u201cBecause I can. What could be better than having a man who caters to my every need?\u201d<\/p>\n
I continued in silence, but my mind was racing.<\/p>\n
She thought she was breaking me, but she was teaching me instead. Every demand revealed something about her routines, her weaknesses. I was learning how to fight back.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s turned me into her personal servant,\u201d I told my father.<\/p>\n
His face fell. \u201cI had no idea, son. But the contract with Victor\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t be broken without bankrupting us,\u201d I finished. \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so sorry,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be.\u201d I already had a plan.<\/p>\n
Tiny wireless cameras were easy to install. I placed them everywhere\u2014our bedroom, her study, the kitchen, the living room.<\/p>\n
For two weeks, I collected evidence. Adriana treating me like a dog, threatening to destroy my family, laughing on the phone about how she had me \u201ccompletely under control.\u201d<\/p>\n
But her Instagram told a different story. \u201cPower couple,\u201d she called us. If only her followers knew the truth.<\/p>\n
It all came to a head on a rainy Tuesday night.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want sushi,\u201d she announced from the couch. \u201cFrom Akira. You\u2019ll walk there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s three miles away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo? Take an umbrella.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word hung in the air. She slowly raised her head, eyes narrowing. \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said no, Adriana. I\u2019m not going.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood, her face flushing with anger. \u201cYou don\u2019t say no to me. Ever. Or have you forgotten what happens if you don\u2019t play along?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead,\u201d I challenged. \u201cCall your father. Tell him how disappointed you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smirked and dialed. \u201cDaddy? James is being difficult. I think we need to reconsider\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdriana.\u201d Her father\u2019s voice was ice cold. \u201cWhat the hell have you been doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her smirk vanished. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJames sent me videos. Dozens of them. I had no idea this was what you had in mind. You\u2019ve embarrassed this family. You\u2019re getting divorced. Those are his conditions, and I agree with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned to me, eyes wide. \u201cYou recorded me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded. \u201cEvery moment. Every demand.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked like she wanted to scream. But she knew she\u2019d lost.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t do this to me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already did. Pack your things and leave. And before you go, post on Instagram that we\u2019re separating amicably.\u201d<\/p>\n
She glared. \u201cAnd if I don\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
I held up my phone. \u201cThen these videos go public.\u201d<\/p>\n
An hour later, her post appeared. \u201cAfter much reflection, James and I have decided to part ways amicably. We remain committed to our families\u2019 business interests.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the door closed behind her, I breathed freely for the first time in months.<\/p>\n
This marriage had cost me my dignity. But it had taught me something priceless\u2014never surrender control of my own life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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