NCT DREAM IMAGINES

17' President's Wife (Chenle)

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~Chenle Imagine

Marriage trope

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Y/N's POV:

When my moderately rich parents told me that I can't be marrying whoever I wish to, I had lost all hope in life. All hope in love and family too because what is this?

I can't fall in love, I can't study my passion, I can't live freely. My house is basically a prison cell, with my parents tracking my every move and bulky bodyguards surrounding me day and night.

So when they said that I had to marry on their accordance with the alliance of their choice, I had immediately agreed. Of course, no girl would want to be handed over to a random stranger for a business partnership but for me this is my only chance to escape from my parents.

I'm only an investment for them and those are the only plans they have for me. I can't reject it despite being an adult who's supposed to be making her own decisions. Because folks, that's the life of a third generation conglomerate. Filled with sacrifices/compromises.

My parents obviously chose to get me married to someone even richer for the betterment of their own name and reputation.

I don't know his name because I wasn't interested in listening. Heck, I haven't even seen his picture because I threw it the moment they gave it to me.

And neither have I looked at him yet, ever since we signed our court papers.

Obviously rich people would want to have a small court wedding to avoid commotion caused by the media. Which in a way helped me too because I wouldn't have the energy for a traditional celebration.

After receiving the unnecessary blessings from our elders, my new 'husband' and I are sent away to our new home.

Or my new home. Since he's probably been living in it.

The driver stops half way on a road as my partner gets off, leaving me so confused.

"I'll take you home mam." The driver says to which I just shrug because I don't care. "Sir has just gone to complete some work."

I'm really not interested whether he comes with me or not. Infact, it would be better if he stays away for a couple of days while I make my plans to divorce.

I'm left at the entrance of a very big house, even bigger than mine. Which makes me scared because as far as I know, it is only the two of us living in here.

That means, only me. Myself. And I.

I reluctantly open the tall twin doors which take up a lot of strength and energy, when someone rushes to my side.

"I'm so sorry, I'll do this." A man in uniform says. I take that he must be working here, judging from his attire.

"Okay." I step aside.

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It's been about three days since I've been living here as a married woman and I still haven't met my husband yet. Which is ironic seeing how we live in the same house.

Though this place is so big that I still haven't been to every wing either.

I don't even know if he came home that day or if he stayed out. Heck, I don't even know if he's ever been home since our wedding day.

And yes, I still don't know his name because every servent in this house calls him 'President'. At first I wasn't interested in knowing but now I'm starting to get curious. It's strange that I haven't even seen a single picture of him in his own house. Now I'm wishing that I had looked at him atleast once while we were signing our papers.