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to Elena Bennett's refined taste, and the subdued hum of classical music played in the background. The sun cast a warm glow through the grand windows, illuminating the tasteful blend of anti

rranged a marriage for you," Eleanor said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "With Alex Davenport." The name hung in the air like a guillotine blade. Alex Davenport, the eldest son of the Davenport dynasty, was a name synonymous with power and ambition. His reputation as a ruthless businessman was well-known, his exploits often gracing the pages of business journals and tabloids alike. Elena's mind raced, her carefully constructed world crumbling at the edges. "But why? Why now?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to remain composed. "This union is more than just a marriage, Elena," her father explained, his eyes hard and unyielding. "It's a merger of two powerful families, a strategic alliance that will solidify our standing and secure our future." Eleanor reached out, placing a gentle hand on Elena's. "I know this is a lot to take in, darling. But you must understand, this is what's best for all of us. For our legacy." Elena pulled her hand away, standing abruptly. She walked back to the window, needing the distance, needing the illusion of freedom. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions-anger, fear, confusion. She had always known that her family's expectations would