Y/N was watching the sun rise, bathing the city in front of her with golden morning light. She wished she had wings so she could fly high up and touch them, let them bless her with hope. Because right now she had no ounce of hope left in her. Her eyes drifted to the alarm clock beside the bed, and the faster time hit twelve, the closer she neared toward her inevitable doom. The diamond ring that adorned her finger felt heavy in a way she couldn't lift it. Or maybe her brain was playing tricks on her. She longed to rip it off and never wear it again. Because it had made her lose her freedom.
The young woman had known that arranged marriages were a thing in some cultures, but she had never expected it to happen to her one day. That she'd been taken away the choice of deciding who'd she like to be with. It was 2022, who could have known?
Her father, a rich, dominant CEO of a prestigious company and an infamous asshole, had thought it was an awesome idea making allies with another rich family by marrying off his daughter. His poor excuse had been, "It had to be done." Besides, the son of that family apparently had an eye on her the entire time, and her father had been smitten with him too. Y/N could only shake her head. She knew her old man well enough to claim he'd do anything for financial profit. You cannot guess how many dirty deeds he'd already committed in order to get what he wanted.
Now Y/N was stuck with somebody she barely knew anything about, whereas her heart had already been conquered by another man.
The man who slept peacefully on the bed behind her. Harry.
The memories of the night prior came flooding back, overwhelming her senses. The last night she would ever spend with him. It had been draining, nerve-wrecking but passionate, nonetheless. They held each other tight until they fell asleep. If you knew how tight it was.
When Y/N announced the news to Harry, both of their worlds came crashing down. The musician was heartbroken, if not depressed for a while. Y/N felt miserable as well, crying herself to sleep every single day. Each cell in her body refused the idea of that marriage, despised it, resented it.
Her father did not approve of their relationship, unless it was meant friendly. Y/N had wondered why, but it slowly sank in that Mr. Y/L/N had planned this marriage a long while ago. But Y/N being too infatuated couldn't keep her fingers away from the charming and charismatic man. So Harry and her agreed on having a secret relationship.
Y/N shifted her gaze from the sun to her love.
The corners of her mouth quirked up slightly, forming a smile, and her soul felt ten times more at ease. All her worries washed away by just sparing a single glance at him. It had always worked like that. Whenever she felt like she was crushed under the weights of her merciless life, it had been those enchanting green eyes or that handsome face she had to look at in order to not fall apart. He gave her the strength she couldn't conjure up on her own. He was her rock. Her everything. The man she loved unconditionally but unfortunately couldn't keep for the rest of her life.
She wished she was confined to this apartment with him forever. At least she wouldn't have to feign happiness. She wouldn't have to face people who managed making her life miserable. And the man she was unwillingly betrothed to, the man she could never love, he would have no chance in laying his fingers on her. A picture perfect world from her perspective, however, a fairy godmother who granted her three wishes did not exist in reality. Her fairy tale with a happy ending would never become true. It is what it is.
Had Y/N tried searching for solutions to dodge her relentless fate? Yes, more than she could count on her fingers. Her cruelest idea was faking her death so that she could elope with Harry to places he wanted to take her, but she didn't dare implementing her thought for two main reasons: Firstly, she was afraid her cover could blow up eventually no matter how careful she'd be, and she did really not want to imagine the repercussions of her actions, and secondly, there was her mum. She could care less about that piece of shit she called father, who'd forced her into this marriage without her consent, but her mum was different. She needed her daughter's protection because she couldn't stand her ground against her awful husband. Y/N grew up in a household where violence had been a part of the daily routines. All done by the man she loathed- her dad. Back in her childhood, she had watched her mother being beat to unconsciousness by that monster, and she couldn't do anything about it. Because she had been weak to protect her mother. She'd been carrying the guilt of those days ever since, and now she planned to make sure it never happened again. She'd willingly turn into her father's punching bag. As long as he did not raise his hands against his wife.
