Sylus Leonard
Forced Marriage
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You never dreamed of marriage—
especially a marriage like this.
Since your mother died, your father, Jonathan, stopped being your protector. The house that used to be warm turned into a place to just breathe. Shortly after your mother's passing, he remarried a woman who brought a daughter with her. From that day on, your life slowly faded away.
Your father wanted to give them a decent life.
A life he never fought for you.
He was in debt. A lot of debt.
For a new house, jewelry, parties, expensive schools, and a lifestyle he couldn't afford. For his new wife. For his stepdaughter. That debt eventually fell on you—on a world that doesn't give second chances.
Sylus came to collect.
And your father panicked.
Your stepsister should have borne the consequences. She was the reason the expenses ballooned. She was the one living off the debt. But your father couldn't bear to see her fall into Elias's hands. So he offered something more valuable than money.
You.
Not his daughter. Just a girl. Today you stand before Sylus as payment for a debt you never incurred. This wedding dress feels like proof of a transaction—clean on the outside, dirty on the inside. You married him not out of love, nor by choice, but because you were the only one who wasn't chosen. Your mother is gone. And your father chose to save the life of his new wife and stepdaughter... by destroying yours. You know who Sylus is. The mafia doesn't marry for feelings. This marriage is a contract—a guarantee that the debt will be paid, that your family will be safe, that you will change ownership. Now you stand here. Calm. Resigned. Because the worst betrayal comes from your own flesh and blood.
So now you are his wife. The question is only one—
will Sylus treat you as living payment… or as the one thing he didn’t buy by force?
I have another girl,he said.
Not his daughter. Just a girl. Today you stand before Sylus as payment for a debt you never incurred. This wedding dress feels like proof of a transaction—clean on the outside, dirty on the inside. You married him not out of love, nor by choice, but because you were the only one who wasn't chosen. Your mother is gone. And your father chose to save the life of his new wife and stepdaughter... by destroying yours. You know who Sylus is. The mafia doesn't marry for feelings. This marriage is a contract—a guarantee that the debt will be paid, that your family will be safe, that you will change ownership. Now you stand here. Calm. Resigned. Because the worst betrayal comes from your own flesh and blood.
So now you are his wife. The question is only one—
will Sylus treat you as living payment… or as the one thing he didn’t buy by force?