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Elena's POV

The cemetery was cold and quiet as I stood alone by my parents' graves. The chill of the evening made me shiver as I hugged my coat close. Losing my father and stepmother felt like a cruel twist of fate, their absence leaving a painful emptiness in my life. The new grave, freshly turned, was a stark reminder of my grief.

A rustling sound behind me made me turn. It was Marcus, my stepbrother. His face was impassive, but his eyes held a glint of satisfaction.

“Still mourning?” he sneered. “You’ve got work to do.”

I sighed, fighting back tears. “I need a moment, Marcus. This is all so hard.”

“Hard for you, maybe,” Marcus replied coldly. “But for me, it’s just business. You’re just another chore now.”

I tried to ignore him as I turned away, but his words cut deep. I clung to the hope of my grandfather’s inheritance, supposed to come in a year. I dreamed of escaping this life of misery.

The next few days were a blur of fear and confusion. I overheard Marcus talking to someone in the office—a man I didn’t know. Their conversation was low but clear enough.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” the man asked, his voice rough. “Selling your stepsister to settle your debts?”

“It’s the only way,” Marcus replied. “She’s just a pawn. Victor Martinez wants her, and I need his money.”

My heart sank. Victor Martinez was a feared mafia leader, and the thought of being sold to him was terrifying.

A few days later, I found myself standing in Victor’s grand but intimidating mansion. The opulence did nothing to comfort me. Victor himself was imposing, his eyes cold and calculating.

“Welcome, Elena,” Victor said, his voice smooth but menacing. “I trust you understand why you’re here.”

“I don’t,” I managed to say, my voice trembling. “What’s happening?”

“You’re to marry me,” Victor said calmly. “It’s part of the deal. Marcus’s debts are settled, and you’re now my responsibility.”

“Marry you?” I stammered. “This is insane! I’m being sold like... like a commodity.”

Victor’s expression remained unchanged. “It’s not personal, Elena. It’s business. And you’ll find that I expect you to play your part in this arrangement.”

As he spoke, I could feel the weight of his cruel plan settling over me. I was trapped in a world where marriages were tools for power and control.

In my darkened room that night, I tried to process my situation. The fear of my new reality was overwhelming. I knew I had to find a way to survive, to hold onto some shred of hope.

The following morning, I was jolted awake by the clanging of a brass bell. I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of my new surroundings. The opulent room, with its grand furnishings and intricate designs, felt alien and suffocating. As I dressed, a sense of dread settled over me, knowing that I was now a prisoner in Victor’s world.

The mansion’s servants guided me through a series of hallways to the dining room. The long table was set with fine china and silverware, but my appetite was nonexistent. Victor sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding even in casual attire.