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Bound by Blood and Lies

Bound by Blood and Lies

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Chapter 1 Anya's World, the Arranged Marriage, the Escape

Word Count: 1476    |    Released on: 15/08/2024

of her family's legacy. The sprawling Petrova estate, with its ornate gardens and opulent interiors, stood as a monument to their wealth and influe

der of the enormity of the choice she was about to make-or rather, the choice made for her. Her reflection in the full-length mirror was framed by the exquisite fabric of her wedding gown, a creatio

of a chess master moving pieces on a board. The marriage was not about love or personal choice but about consolidating power and influence. Her groom, Dmitri Ivanov, was a man of wealth and standing, but he was a stranger to Anya, a

f dread and defiance. She knew that the life she was being thrust into was one of duty and restraint, and she was expected to embrace it with

ortunes intertwined through a series of strategic partnerships and business dealings. For Viktor Petrova, this marriage was the culmination o

ificed on the altar of duty. Anya could still remember the look in her mother's eyes, a mixture of resignation and sadness, as she had accepted her fate. Anya wondered if her mother had ever

clock once more, knowing that the moment of her departure from freedom was nearly at hand. Her attendants bustled around her, adjusting her gown and ensuring that every detail

meant burying her true feelings beneath a veneer of compliance. She forced a smile as her father entered the room, his expression one of stern pri

hrough the intricate patterns of stained glass windows. The air was filled with the fragrance of roses and lilies, and the sound of soft, classical music added

and a procession of attendants, each step bringing her closer to a future she had not chosen. The aisle stretched before

a's voice wavered as she recited her vows, the words feeling hollow and foreign on her lips. She glanced at Dmitri Ivanov, whose expression was one of polite indifferen

r her. She was now bound to a life she had not chosen, her every move and decision dictated by the expectation

d the thought of living a life of submission and control was something she could not accept. She had always dreamed of esc

ions and toasts a blur of polite chatter. She smiled and nodded, playing the part of the dutiful bride

e was leaving behind. The plan was risky, and the consequences of failure were dire, but Anya was driven by a sense of desper

estivities, she made her way through the labyrinthine corridors of the estate, her heart pounding with both fear and excite

into the vehicle and instructed the driver to leave immediately. The car roared to life, and Anya felt a wave of exhilara

future was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of hope and possibility. She had taken the

nning of a journey that would test her strength and resilience, but she was ready to embrace whatever came next. As the city lights glittered

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