Married to a misogynist

cheon at Black

ers, and occasional business dinners hosted by their families. But this time was different. Sophia's father had insisted she attend a private lunc

re if she was prepared to face him again. But her father had been adamant, stressing the

ring. This was about business-about the future of their families. She could sense the undercurrent of power that ran through the air, like an invisible thread

aculate appearance remained as imposing as ever, but there was something different about him this time. His demeanor see

sation and approached her, his steps measured and deliberate. His smile was professional-no longer the charming, almo

s voice smooth but detached. "I'

g a small smile. "Of course, Mr

the business lunch would take place. "Please, t

as sharp, confident, and in full control of the room, as he always was in business settings. But Sophia couldn't help but notice the subtle shif

. Edward, ever the perfectionist, had managed to position himself as the figurehead of this merger. His voice dominated the conv

the negotiations. He would glance at her every now and then, but his attention quickly shifted back to the financials, never fully en

increasingly frustrated. This was supposed to be a partnership, but it felt more like an acquis

is voice low but confident. "You don't seem entirely convinced

st trying to understand why this feels more like a takeove

back in his chair, his posture rigid. "It's the way the world works, Sophia. You'll understand that eventually." His words were final, di

d this kind of rhetoric. Still, there was something about the way Edward spoke-something that felt condescend

y, and he added, "But I'm sure you'll come to appreciate the bigger picture soon enough. We're n

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