Romancing Dominance [BL][COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 - Storm of Beginnings

Rain is often seen as a symbol of envy and the destruction of whatever hope is left. It's usually a sign of an impending disaster—something people fear. But for me, it meant something else entirely.

In my mind, rain was the sign of my new fate. No matter how much I tried to hide from fear, it always came—uninvited and unstoppable.

The droplets on the window served as a clear reminder: 'This is meant to be.'

I was used to sunshine and rainbows, not to darkness, thunder, or the cold that came with it. Rain suffocated the tiny fire left in my chest. It blew away every flicker of passion I had left. It was cold. It was cruel. And it warned me of the life I was about to enter.

I saw myself—drenched, hopeless, with no shelter in sight. All I could do was watch as I stood beneath the rain—a victim of my own ignorance. I didn't know anything about the life I was walking into. Let me repeat that: I knew nothing.

It was getting darker. That was all I could see outside the car window.

I couldn't help but overthink. The weight of my decision was crashing in. Still, I chose to take a deep breath and wear the mask that everyone was used to seeing. No one should ever know.

"What if I get used to this?!" This is the version of me people know—the dramatic, soft-spoken, high-maintenance one.

"What if I end up looking poor after this?!" The proud, image-obsessed one.

"What if I get kidnapped?!" The overly dramatic child of Senator Sandoval.

I am Crushette Ishie Miracle Sandoval.

But am I really all that?

People would probably laugh if they could hear the mess inside my head right now. I sound ridiculous even to myself—but honestly? I no longer care. All I could think about was how the world felt like it was collapsing. Maybe it sounds too much, but I knew I made a mistake agreeing to this. Still, I had to go through with it. I knew it would be worth it. Terrifying, yes. But necessary.

This was the only way to lessen the burden Dad was carrying.

"I may, on earth, be a bitch from all the wealth I possess, but no—all that wealth is useless to me if I erase the joyful smiles on Daddy's face. He was so happy when I agreed. Who am I to erase those smiles?"

Even if I wasn't comfortable with the arrangement, I accepted it. Like I said: it was necessary.

"It's for Dad. After this, I know the stress will be gone from Daddy," I whispered while staring out the window.

I looked up through the tinted glass and saw the clouds slowly brightening. This was a new beginning. Something surreal amidst all the lies I had to endure.

I kept my eyes on the outside world like nothing else mattered.

I was being carefree—and I liked it.

From time to time, I could feel the stares of my bodyguards, but I didn't care what they were thinking. I was sure none of them were worried or envious. Who in their right mind would want to marry a complete stranger?

There. The topic is out.

To the public, I was a spoiled brat. Snobbish. Maybe it's a little true. But most of what people say about me? Fabricated. Based on weak assumptions.

I hate it when people talk about me. But the other part of me? She enjoys it. She enjoys being hated. She enjoys being envied. She loves it when people see what I can get in a snap. They hate me, and she feeds off that.