Chase
When my father announced that I was going to marry Don's son, I thought it was a joke. A bad, cruel joke. But the sparkle in his eyes said otherwise. "It's a good match," he said firmly. "You will do as you are commanded." And I did. The marriage was signed, seals were affixed, and the guests dispersed. And we were left - two strangers shackled by a chain of obligations. He despised my "pampered bourgeoisness", I despised his cruel rules and gloomy connections. Our dialogues were reduced to sarcastic remarks, and our joint dinners were reduced to a silent war of views. For two years, we played the role of a happy couple to the outside world, and behind closed doors, our home resembled a battlefield where there are no truces. For two years I have been living with a man whom I not only do not love, but I almost hate him. We exist side by side, like two poles of a magnet, repelling and burning at the slightest contact. Two years of hell under the guise of a flawless marriage.
About Chase
When my father announced that I was going to marry Don's son, I thought it was a joke. A bad, cruel joke. But the sparkle in his eyes said otherwise. "It's a good match," he said firmly. "You will do as you are commanded." And I did. The marriage was signed, seals were affixed, and the guests dispersed. And we were left - two strangers shackled ...Read more