The moment my father told me I had to marry a woman I\u2019d never met to save our family business, I felt like my whole life was being ripped away from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSon, I wouldn\u2019t ask this of you if there was any other way,\u201d my father said, his usual commanding voice softened with guilt.<\/p>\n
I clenched my fists. \u201cYou\u2019re telling me the only way to save our business is for me to marry some woman I don\u2019t even know?\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed. \u201cAdriana is Victor\u2019s daughter. The merger with his company is our only chance. But he\u2019s old-fashioned\u2014he wants to unite the families.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, I\u2019m just a bargaining chip?\u201d I spat. The words tasted bitter in my mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cJames, please try to understand\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Dad, I understand perfectly. You built this company, made all the decisions that got us here, and now I have to clean up your mess by selling myself off like some medieval prince.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face fell. \u201cJust meet Adriana before you decide.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to refuse, but the desperation in his eyes held me back. I had never seen him so defeated.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine,\u201d I muttered. \u201cI\u2019ll meet her. But I\u2019m not promising anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few days later, I met Adriana at an upscale restaurant. She was breathtakingly beautiful\u2014long, dark hair, sharp eyes that seemed to see right through me. When she spoke, her voice was smooth, confident, like she always knew she was in control.<\/p>\n
\u201cI appreciate you agreeing to meet me,\u201d she said, setting her wine glass down with careful precision. \u201cThis situation is\u2026 unconventional, but I think we can make it work.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled faintly, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. \u201cSo, James, what would you like to know about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
The conversation flowed surprisingly well. She was witty, intelligent, and had an undeniable charm. By the time we finished dinner, I found myself rethinking my opposition.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s incredible,\u201d I admitted to my father the next morning.<\/p>\n
His shoulders relaxed in relief. \u201cSo, you\u2019ll do it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Something still felt off, but seeing the hope in his eyes made it impossible to say no.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I finally said. \u201cI\u2019ll marry Adriana.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our wedding was a business transaction dressed up as a celebration. Corporate partners filled the pews, the vows felt like contract terms, and even the kiss was brief, calculated\u2014just for show.<\/p>\n
The reception dragged on, and when it finally ended, we were alone in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.<\/p>\n
Adriana kicked off her heels and sat on the massive bed, watching me with an unreadable expression. I loosened my tie, unsure of what to expect.<\/p>\n
Then she spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom now on, you must do everything I tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed, thinking it was a joke. \u201cRight. And what\u2019s your first royal command, Your Highness?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t laugh. \u201cI\u2019m hungry. Go get me a burger from the McDonald\u2019s on Grant Street. Walk there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned. \u201cAdriana, it\u2019s almost midnight. Grant Street is two miles away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m aware.\u201d Her smile was cold. \u201cBetter get going.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her, waiting for her to break character. She didn\u2019t.<\/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 lose everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stunned. Just hours ago, she had been warm, charming. Now, she was issuing orders like a queen addressing a subject.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. One burger coming up.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the elevator, I pulled out my phone and called a taxi. I might be trapped in this marriage, but I wasn\u2019t going to be completely powerless.<\/p>\n
The next morning, she woke me at six sharp.<\/p>\n
\u201cPress my blue suit,\u201d she instructed. \u201cThen make coffee. Black, one sugar.\u201d<\/p>\n
I groaned. \u201cI\u2019m not your butler.\u201d<\/p>\n
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. \u201cNo, you\u2019re my husband. Which means you\u2019re whatever I need you to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
Each day brought new humiliations. Wash her car by hand. Pick up her dry cleaning. Massage her feet after work. Each demand was worse than the last.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you doing this?\u201d I asked one evening as I polished her designer shoes.<\/p>\n
She smirked. \u201cBecause I can.\u201d<\/p>\n
But she was teaching me something. Every demand revealed her routines, her weaknesses.<\/p>\n
I went to my father. \u201cShe\u2019s treating me like a servant.\u201d<\/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 for him. \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sighed. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be,\u201d I said, a plan forming in my mind. \u201cI\u2019ll handle Adriana.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tiny cameras were easy to install. I placed them everywhere\u2014our living room, kitchen, bedroom. For two weeks, I recorded every cruel order, every threat, every smug laugh she shared with her friends about how she \u201chad me completely under control.\u201d<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, her Instagram showed a different story. \u201cPower couple,\u201d she called us. If only her followers knew the truth.<\/p>\n
Then, on a rainy Tuesday, she pushed too far.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want sushi,\u201d she announced. \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. \u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said no, Adriana. I\u2019m not going.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood, her face burning with anger. \u201cYou don\u2019t say no to me. Ever. Or have you forgotten what happens if you disobey?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead,\u201d I challenged. \u201cCall your father. Tell him how disappointed you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
She did. On speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaddy, we have a problem. 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
She paled. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJames sent me videos. Dozens of them. You\u2019ve been treating him like a servant? Is this how I raised you?\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned to me, finally understanding. \u201cYou recorded me?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded. \u201cEvery moment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her father continued, \u201cYou\u2019ve handed James enough blackmail to ruin us. You\u2019re getting divorced. Immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me, pleading. \u201cPlease. This will ruin my image.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled. \u201cI\u2019ll consider staying. But only if you obey my demands.\u201d<\/p>\n
For two weeks, she got a taste of her own medicine. Fetching my coffee. Running errands. Serving me for once.<\/p>\n
Then, I left divorce papers on the kitchen counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lied!\u201d she shrieked. \u201cYou said you\u2019d stay!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI learned from the best,\u201d I said coolly. \u201cNow pack your things and leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated. \u201cAnd if I refuse?\u201d<\/p>\n
I held up my phone. \u201cThen I press send.\u201d<\/p>\n
An hour later, her Instagram post read: \u201cJames and I have decided to part ways amicably. We remain committed to our families\u2019 shared business interests.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the door closed behind her, I took a deep breath.<\/p>\n
This arranged marriage had cost me months of dignity, but it had taught me one thing: No contract, no business deal, no family obligation was worth surrendering my freedom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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