Chapter 2: The Wedding He Owned

Aria didn’t remember signing the contract.

She remembered the pen in her hand.

The paper beneath her fingers.

The way her heart felt like it was breaking… quietly, painfully.

And then—

Nothing.

The next thing she knew, she was sitting in the back of a sleek black car, her reflection staring back at her through the tinted glass.

But it didn’t feel like her.

The girl in the reflection looked… distant.

Numb.

A stranger.

“Where are we going?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

No answer.

Of course.

The man sitting beside her didn’t answer questions.

Rafael Knight sat there, composed as ever, scrolling through something on his phone like he hadn’t just turned her life upside down.

Like she wasn’t sitting beside him, suffocating under the weight of what she had done.

“What happens now?” she tried again, her voice shaking this time.

Rafael didn’t look up.

“We get married.”

Her breath caught.

“Today?”

He finally turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers.

“Yes.”

Just one word.

Cold. Final.

Her chest tightened. “You can’t be serious. You didn’t even give me time to—”

“To what?” he cut in calmly.

“To think? To run? To change your mind?”

His gaze held hers, unblinking.

“You already made your decision.”

Aria’s hands clenched in her lap. “You forced me into it.”

“And yet,” he said quietly, “you still signed.”

The truth of it stung.

Because no matter how much she hated it—

he wasn’t wrong.

The car slowed.

Then stopped.

Before she could ask anything else, the door beside her opened.

A man in a suit stood there, respectful, silent.

Waiting.

“For you,” Rafael said.

Aria didn’t move.

“I’m not ready,” she whispered.

Rafael’s expression didn’t change.

“You don’t need to be.”

Something in her chest twisted painfully.

This wasn’t how weddings were supposed to be.

There was no joy.

No excitement.

No choice.

Just… control.

Slowly, she stepped out of the car.

And froze.

It wasn’t a grand venue.

No crowd.

No decorations.

Just a private building—cold, quiet, guarded.

Like everything else in his world.

“What is this?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“A marriage,” Rafael replied as he stepped out behind her.

“It doesn’t look like one.”

“It’s not meant to.”

Her stomach dropped.

Inside, everything was already arranged.

A table.

A man waiting—legal documents prepared.

Witnesses she didn’t know.

Didn’t trust.

Didn’t care about her.

It felt less like a wedding…

and more like a transaction.

“Sign here,” the man said, sliding another set of papers toward her.

Aria stared at them.

Her vision blurred slightly.

“This is insane,” she whispered.

No one responded.

Of course not.

Because to them—

this was normal.

Her hand trembled as she picked up the pen again.

Why did it feel harder this time?

Maybe because now…

it was real.

“Aria.”

Her name stopped her.

She looked up.

Rafael was watching her.

Not impatient.

Not angry.

Just… watching.

“Finish it,” he said.

Something inside her broke completely.

Without another word, she signed.

Again.

The sound of the pen against paper echoed louder than it should have.

Final.

Irreversible.

The man across the table nodded. “It’s done.”

Done.

Just like that.

No vows.

No promises.

No love.

Aria let out a shaky breath.

“That’s it?” she asked.

Rafael stepped closer.

Too close.

Close enough that she could feel his presence, overwhelming, consuming.

“That’s it,” he said.

Her heart started racing again.

Not from fear this time.

Something else.

Something she didn’t want to name.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she said quickly. “This is just a contract.”

Rafael’s gaze darkened slightly.

Then—

he reached out.

His fingers brushed against her wrist.

Firm.

Unavoidable.

Aria froze.

“This changes everything,” he said quietly.

Her breath caught.

The way he said it—

it didn’t sound like a warning.

It sounded like a promise.

Before she could react, he turned to one of the staff.

“Bring it.”

Bring what?

A few seconds later, a woman stepped forward holding something in her hands.

White fabric.

Soft.

Flowing.

Aria’s eyes widened.

“No,” she said immediately, shaking her head. “No, I’m not wearing that.”

Rafael didn’t even look surprised.

“You already are.”

Her stomach dropped.

“What?”

He nodded toward the dress.

Aria frowned—confused—before looking down at herself.

And froze.

The clothes she had worn earlier—

were gone.

Replaced.

Somehow.

At some point.

She was already dressed in a white bridal gown.

Her hands started shaking.

“When—how did—?”

“You fainted,” Rafael said calmly. “It was handled.”

Handled.

Like she was just another detail.

Another task.

Another thing to control.

“You changed me without my permission?” her voice rose, anger finally breaking through the fear.

Rafael stepped closer again.

Close enough to silence her without saying a word.

“You are my wife now,” he said.

Her breath hitched.

“Get used to it.”

Something in his tone—

possession.

Authority.

Finality—

sent a chill through her.

Aria swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

“I will never belong to you,” she said, her voice shaking but determined.

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Heavy.

Charged.

Then—

Rafael smiled.

Not warm.

Not kind.

Dangerous.

“We’ll see.”

Her heart skipped.

Because something about the way he said it—

made it sound like a challenge.

One he fully intended to win.

He turned away, already done with the conversation.

“Let’s go.”

Aria stood there for a second longer.

Frozen.

Overwhelmed.

Married.

And completely trapped.

As she followed him out, one thought echoed louder than everything else in her mind—

This wasn’t the end.

It was the beginning of something far worse.

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