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rd. Isn't that crazy? This marriage was never my choice. I never planned to get married-ever. I always wanted to live my life on my own terms, but what can I do when my parents control ev

"Then you'll face the consequences." I let out a bitter laugh. "I married you, not signed up to be a nanny!" "That's not for you to decide," he replies coldly. Setting Brian down, he calls for a maid to take the child away. Something inside me snaps. "Oh really? Well, I do have a say in my own life!" I yell, grabbing the file and tearing it in half right in front of him. The air shifts. In an instant, he's in front of me, his hand tightening around my throat as he pushes me against the wall. My breath hitches. "Who told you that?" His voice is low, dangerous. "You don't get to make the rules here. I do. Everything about you-your life, your choices-they belong to me." I struggle against his grip, but he doesn't let go. "You will do as I say, without complaints. If not..." He pauses, then pulls something from his pocket. A small photo. I look at it and feel my blood run cold. Lily. My heart clenches. Lily isn't my biological sister, but she's the closest thing I have to family. We grew up together in the orphanage, and I love her more than anything. I swallow hard. How does he know about her? As if satisfied by my reaction, he releases me, letting me gasp for air. Without another word, he tosses a new file onto the bed before walking out. I stand there, my body trembling. This isn't just a forced marriage. It's a cage. And now, someone I love is being used as leverage. Tears streamed down my face. What do I do? If I disobey him, will he really hurt Lily? My heart ached at the thought. Why was he doing this? What did I ever do to deserve this? No. This wasn't because of me. This was happening all because of the people I called my parents. My so-called mother and father. If not for their greed, I wouldn't be trapped here like this. They sold me off like I was nothing, al