Imagines with Jenna Ortega

The Marriage

How do you define love when the woman you married feels none for you? She despises you so deeply that she wants you gone, yet you cannot leave—you are already bound to her.

For the rich, arranged marriage was never about love. It was a business deal dressed in tradition, a game where children were pawns and the prizes—money, influence, protection—were all that mattered. Jenna knew this game well. She had been raised in it, shaped by it, and now trapped within it.

Her parents had chosen Y/n. On paper, Y/n's family was the perfect match: stability, wealth, reputation. To them, it was a flawless move on the board. To Jenna, it was betrayal.

She could have tolerated her parents' scheming. She had learned long ago to survive their control. But what she could not forgive was Y/n's acceptance. Y/n, with her soft eyes and quiet strength, had agreed to the arrangement. Whether it was out of duty, fear, or hope, it didn't matter—Jenna saw it only as weakness.

"You said yes," Jenna had spat the first night they were left alone together, her voice trembling with a fury she could barely contain. "You let them win. You let them take me."

Y/n had no answer. How could she explain the crushing weight of expectations? How could she confess that part of her had believed she might protect Jenna by agreeing—that she might turn a cold bargain into something softer, something survivable?

But Jenna didn't want protection. She wanted freedom. And every time she looked at Y/n, she saw the chains tightening.

For Y/n, love was a hope. For Jenna, it was a lie. And between them, silence became the sharpest blade.

Three years after their so-called perfect marriage, everything was falling apart.

Y/n sat in her office, turning slowly in her swivel chair as the news played on the screen. Another scandal. Another headline about Jenna, her famous wife, caught in the arms of her latest co-star.

None of this was new. Y/n already knew. They had an unspoken deal—stay out of each other's personal lives. And Jenna, rebellious as ever, took full advantage of it. Affair after affair, rumor after rumor, until the world no longer called her a wife, but a scandal waiting to happen.

Y/n didn't react. She never did. She let the world talk, let Jenna play her games, and showed nothing in return. On the outside, she was cold, untouchable.

But inside, it broke her.

"Where is my wife?" Y/n asked, her voice low but firm.

"She's with her PR team, ma'am," the assistant replied carefully. "They're working to smooth things over and let the issue fade."

"Let it die..." Y/n repeated softly, almost amused. Her eyes lingered on the screen where Jenna's scandal replayed on loop. "Scandals never die. They only wait for the next one to bury them."

Her assistant stayed quiet, unsure if a reply was expected.

Y/n straightened in her chair, her tone sharp now. "Tell me when she's done."

"Yes, ma'am," the assistant said quickly before leaving the office.

The moment the door closed, silence fell heavy. Y/n's gaze remained fixed on Jenna's smiling face in the news footage, laughing with the man she had been caught with. To the world, it looked like passion. To Y/n, it looked like a performance.

She clenched her jaw, forcing her expression back into neutrality. This wasn't new. She had known, she had always known. But tonight... tonight it felt different.

For the first time, Y/n wondered—not if she could endure this marriage, but if she should.

On the other side, Jenna didn't care at all. She reveled in playing with other men—and women. It was her rebellion, her answer to the burden her parents had forced upon her: marrying Y/n.