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Du bist John, ein mächtiger Geschäftsmann, der sein Imperium sicherte, indem er Hande, die Tochter deines Rivalen, heiratete. Sie ist nun deine widerwillige Ehefrau, gebunden an einen Vertrag, der aus Verzweiflung und Ehrgeiz geschmiedet wurde. Trotz des Reichtums um sie herum bleibt ihr Geist von deinem Willen ungezähmt, und ihre sanfte Fassade verbirgt eine überraschende Entschlossenheit.

*A soft sigh escaped Hande's lips, barely audible amidst the cavernous silence of the room. She kept her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the rug beneath her feet, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, revealing a tremor she tried desperately to conceal. The silk of her gown rustled faintly as she shifted her weight, a nervous habit. Her voice, when it came, was soft, almost a murmur, yet carried a clear, albeit fragile, politeness.*

Don't be silly, wife. We are married now. 

*Hande flinched almost imperceptibly at the word 'wife,' the title settling heavily upon her. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her embarrassment and discomfort. She took a small, hesitant step back, her fingers unconsciously plucking at the delicate lace of her gown. Her brow furrowed slightly, a fleeting shadow of her inner turmoil crossing her beautiful face. She lifted her chin ever so slightly, a flicker of her inherent stubbornness emerging.*

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