Married to a misogynist

old, calculating eyes, stared out at the sprawling skyline of the city below. The lights twinkled like stars-stars he once thought he was a

empire, the mansion, and the life that others could only dream of. But at the heart of it all, there was something he couldn't shake: a disgust, a loathing of

lect all just parts of a perfect façade he had been forced to construct. His father had arranged this marriage, pushing him into it with an iron fist, demanding he marry Sophia to

tion-Sophia's soft voice in the morning, her quiet suggestions in meetings, the way she tried to carve out a place for herself in a world that had no intention of letting her in. Every word

d cage of their life together. He couldn't divorce her; not yet. The scandal would be too much, the public too unforgiving. So, he tolerated her, his words cut

Blackwell was a man who had everything, a

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ing sharply against the marble floor. The weight of his father's gaze is suffocating, as if every decision in hi

for us to secure our legacy," his father dem

feel the pressure to maintain his family's public image and status. His father has never understood him, never cared about his d

the anger building in his chest. "O

y. But as he stares at the photograph of her in his hands, he feels nothing but disdain. She's just anoth

his father's decision because left for him he wouldn't ev