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Forced Marriage: Breaking Free from Love

Chapter 4 04

Word Count: 1209    |    Released on: 27/04/2025

y bag and turned to leave. Upon reaching t

be telling anyone about this little development, will we?" There was a th

t of the conversation still pressed heavily on my chest, suffocating me with its implications. My heart hammered in my chest as I hurried to the elevator, tex

ought bitterly, the words echoin

the storm inside me. The realization that my father had just forced me into an arranged marriage with a man I didn't e

Google the name of my soon-to-be husband. The search results were almost immediate. Millions of articles, interviews, and photos filled the screen. It wa

with New Girlfriend-Again." As I scrolled down, my eyes narrowed at the photographs-there he was, smiling with a different woman in each one.

y in the world? I thought sarcastically. My

take me. I couldn't believe it-this was my future? My entire life was being dictated by a man I had

g my surroundings, my mind too consumed with everything that had happened. I threw my bag onto the c

was being forced into a life I didn't want. For the first time, I truly felt trapped. The w

lled my life in many ways, but this? This was something else entirel

this define me. I had to do something-anything-to get my mind off this

orget about

ly, where I had been living it up in Milan-but now I needed them more than ever. I needed to distract myself from this arranged mar

o ignore the heavy thoughts threatening to overtake me. I stood in front of the mirror, finishing my makeup with a simple, yet sexy nude lipstick. I had learned the hard way that no guy wants

ni dress with long sleeves, featuring cutouts at the shoulders, felt like the right choice-sexy, but not too

ad to catch myself on the couch to avoid falling. Beth and I had been friends since kindergarten. We'd stuck together through thick and thin, all through

squealed, pulling me into a

ied, returning her hug and trying to ign

en she moved from California. From the moment we met, we'd hit it off and became inseparable. She was about my height, with short

to the closest nightclub. On the way over, the conversation turned to the things I'd missed while I was away-mainly the hot Italian guys I had encountered in Milan. But I kep

ng their energy help me push the memories of my fathe

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“Sasha Hamilton had always lived a life of luxury, never needing to worry about the intricacies of business or the weight of responsibility. At 24, she reveled in the freedom her father's wealth afforded her-a carefree existence of private jets, designer clothes, and extravagant parties. She had it all, and she didn't mind letting the world know it. However, her perfect world came crashing down the day her father, Garret Hamilton, summoned her into his office. "Christian Matheson," her father's voice was cold, his gaze as unyielding as ever. "You're going to marry him." The shock hit Sasha like a tidal wave. She had heard of Christian-27 years old, heir to a business empire that was now teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. It was the only reason Garret Hamilton had offered to help the Matheson family: an arranged marriage between their children, an alliance that would solidify Garret's hold over the rival company and bring Christian's family under his control. Christian, once known as a carefree playboy, now faced the devastating reality of his father's company crumbling. When Garret's proposal came, it seemed like the only lifeline left. Christian knew he had no choice but to agree, even if it meant marrying a woman who was nothing more than a pawn in his father's desperate game. Thrown together in a marriage neither wanted, Sasha and Christian were forced to navigate the minefield of their families' expectations, their own secrets, and the web of lies that entangled them. What started as a cold, calculated arrangement might turn into something neither of them ever expected.”