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The merrier it was, the more in love were the groom and the bride. I never really dreamed of a wedding. Survival was always my priority. It still was. Despite all the preparations I’ve done, the fact that I sat next to my new husband and known as “Mrs. Cox” still didn’t feel right. All those wishes seemed like nonsense. This wedding was nothing but an act, a part of my survival plan. I remembered every single word that we exchanged at the altar. How both of us looked at each other, tried to convince the world that love was in this marriage.

Patient. Curious. Something about the way he said it made it easier to speak. “Seven years ago,” I began slowly, “I was married.” Dylan’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “That explains a lot.” “Does it?” “People who survive bad marriages tend to develop strong survival instincts.” I gave a quiet laugh. “That’s one way to describe it.” The memories surfaced slowly, like old photographs rising through dark water. “My parents never liked him,” I continued. “Your husband.” “They said he was charming but unreliable.”

We stayed there long, two young souls bound by duty, not desire. Finally, he spoke. "Do you think... we'll be happy?" I swallowed hard. "I don't know," I admitted. "But maybe... we'll find a way." He nodded, accepting the fragile hope I offered. Somewhere deep inside, a small ember of gratitude flickered. At least I wasn't completely alone. And maybe—just maybe—this was enough for now. Days turned into weeks. We ruled together, Vito and I. A marriage forged not of love but of survival.

Traps. I stood stiff, glaring at him like a cornered animal, refusing to step deeper inside. He crossed the room with unhurried confidence, then turned to face me. “You don’t understand yet. But you will. This marriage isn’t about romance or comfort. It is survival. My name shields you, my ring chains you to protection. Without it…” His eyes darkened, voice dropping to something that crawled under my skin. “…you are nothing more than prey.” My heart thundered, a frantic bird beating its wings against a locked cage.

They don't deserve to share even a small portion of my worries and trouble. After two weeks of living in that den, I have come to realize more how big they are and their capabilities to destroy someone without a single soul knowing. This marriage will totally bring horror to my life and it's enough that I'll face it alone. I will never drag anyone with me in this hell.

His eyes, a warm hazel, had this depth of understanding and compassion, but only for her, complemented well by his blonde hair that seemed to sparkle when hit by the sun. They then dove into the details of the contract. Marcus cleared his throat as he began to outline the terms with precision. He discussed the approximate duration of the marriage as well as the conditions for annulment and the protections in place for Natalie. There had to be clear boundaries on paper, mostly to benefit Natalie. Lars did not want her to agree to this and feel suffocated again. “Regarding the duration of the marriage, we propose a period of one year,” Marcus stated, staring at Lars and then at Natalie. This w

Instead, we understood more deeply: Privacy security is important; The law is the most reliable protection; Trust and communication are more important than anything in marriage; Real life never needs inappropriate subtext or messy drama. Decency, steadiness, and peace are the greatest happiness. Occasionally, when I see the long-handled grabber by the bed, I remember that afternoon I was stuck under the bed. I originally only wanted to retrieve a small anniversary gift, but in the end, I unexpectedly found the most precious things in marriage: unreserved trust, the courage to face together, and plain stability. No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordi

he says. "Marriage?" I peer. “The clan decided to bring Karen’s wedding to Arley forward.” I stare at my fucking hands, fury runs through my veins, and I assume I will plunge into the blood. “We’re going to the wedding to surprise the Davilas, and pick up my wife!”