Forced into an arranged marriage to save my family’s business, I expected awkward small talk on my wedding night. But then Adriana gave me an order: “From now on, you must do everything I tell you.” Was this a joke? No. It was a power play — and if I refused, my family would lose everything.
“Son, I wouldn’t ask this of you if there was any other way,” my father said, his voice lacking its usual commanding tone.
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“You’re certain the only way to save the business is for me to marry some woman I’ve never met?” I couldn’t keep the disbelief from my voice.
He sighed. “Adriana is Victor’s daughter. The merger with his company is the only thing that can save us now. And he’s… traditional. He wants to unite the families.”
“So I’m just a bargaining chip?” The words tasted bitter.
“James, please understand—”
“No, Dad. I understand perfectly.”
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“You built this company, made all the decisions that led to this point, and now I have to clean up your mess by selling myself like some medieval prince.”
His face fell. “Just meet Adriana before you decide.”
I wanted to refuse. But the desperation in my father’s eyes stopped me.
“Fine,” I conceded. “I’ll meet her. But I’m not promising anything.”
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We met in a restaurant a few days later. Adriana was breathtakingly beautiful with a voice like honey and eyes that assessed everything in seconds.
“I appreciate you agreeing to meet me,” she said as she took her seat. “This situation is… unconventional, but I think we can make it work.” She smiled faintly and twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “Let’s get better acquainted first. What would you like to know about me, James?”
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The conversation flowed freely after that. Adriana was intelligent, witty, and surprisingly easy to talk to. By the time we parted ways, I found myself rethinking my opposition.
“She’s incredible,” I told my father the next day.
Relief washed over his face. “So you’ll do it?”
I hesitated. Something still felt wrong, but seeing the hope in my father’s eyes…
“Yes,” I finally said. “I’ll marry Adriana.”
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Our wedding was a business transaction disguised as a celebration. Corporate partners filled the pews, the vows felt like contract terms, and even the kiss seemed negotiated — brief, proper, for show.
The reception dragged on until finally, we were alone in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.
Adriana kicked off her heels and sat on the edge of the massive bed. I adjusted my tie, unsure of what came next in this strange arrangement.
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Adriana locked eyes with me. “From now on, you must do everything I tell you.”
“Excuse me?” I laughed, certain she was joking. “Right. And what’s your first command, Your Highness?”
Her expression didn’t change. “I’m hungry. Go get me a burger from the McDonald’s on Grant Street. Walk there.”
“Adriana, it’s almost midnight. Grant Street is nearly two miles away.”
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“I’m aware.” Her smile was cold. “Better get going.”
I stared at her, waiting for the punchline. It never came.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious, James. My father only agreed to this marriage because your father promised you’d do whatever I wanted. That was the deal. So, you can either be my servant… or watch your family go bankrupt.”
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I was stunned. Within a few hours, Adriana had transformed from a witty, easygoing woman into an authoritative stranger. One I couldn’t refuse without risking it all.
“Fine. One burger coming up.”
In the elevator, I pulled out my phone and called a taxi. I might be trapped in this marriage, but I wouldn’t be completely powerless.
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The next morning set the tone for what would become my new normal. Adriana woke me at 6 a.m.
“Press my blue suit,” she instructed. “Then make coffee. Black, one sugar.”
“I’m not your butler,” I protested.
She looked at me with those cool eyes. “No, you’re my husband. Which means you’re whatever I need you to be.”
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Each day brought new demands. Wash her car by hand. Pick up her dry cleaning. Massage her feet after work. Each task was more demeaning than the last.
“Why are you doing this?” I finally asked one evening as I polished her collection of designer shoes.
“Because I can,” she replied simply. “What could be better than having a man who caters to my every need?”
I continued the task in silence, but my mind was racing.
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She thought she was breaking me, but she was teaching me instead. Every demand revealed something about her routines and her weaknesses.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I went to my father.
“She’s turned me into her personal servant,” I confessed.
His face fell. “I had no idea, son. But the contract with Victor…”
“Can’t be broken without bankrupting us,” I finished for him. “I know.”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be,” I replied, a plan already forming. “I’ll handle Adriana.”
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The tiny wireless cameras were easy to install. I put them everywhere: the living room, the kitchen, her study, our bedroom.
For two weeks, I collected evidence of Adriana ordering me around like a dog, threatening to destroy my family if I disobeyed, and laughing on the phone with her friends about how she had me “completely under control.”
All while her Instagram portrayed us as the perfect couple. “Power duo,” she called us in her captions. If only her followers knew.
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The breaking point came on a rainy Tuesday night.
“I want sushi,” she announced from the couch. “From Akira. You’ll walk there.”
“That’s three miles away,” I pointed out.
“So? Take an umbrella.” She didn’t even look up from her phone.
“No,” I said simply.
The word hung in the air between us. She slowly raised her head, eyes narrowing.
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“What did you say?”
“I said no, Adriana. I’m not going.”
She stood, her face flushing with anger. “You don’t say no to me. Ever. Or have you forgotten what happens if you don’t play along?”
“Go ahead,” I challenged. “Call your father. Tell him how disappointed you are.”
“You know I will.” She reached for her phone. “And your family will be finished.”
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I smiled. “I don’t think so.”
Her fingers paused over the screen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Call him,” I urged. “Please. I insist.”
Confusion flickered across her face, but she made the call, putting it on speaker.
“Daddy? We have a problem. James is being difficult. I think we need to reconsider—”
“Adriana.” Her father’s voice was ice cold. “What the hell have you been doing?”
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She froze. “What do you mean?”
“James sent me videos. Dozens of them. I had no idea this was what you had in mind when you said you wanted him to do everything you said! Is this how I raised you to behave? Like a tyrant?”
The color drained from her face as she looked at me, finally understanding.
“You recorded me?” she whispered.
I nodded. “Every moment. Every demand.”
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“Adriana,” her father continued, “you’ve handed your husband enough blackmail material to destroy our family’s reputation, and he made it clear he’ll use it, too. You’re getting divorced. Those were his conditions: a divorce from you that leaves the business arrangement with his father intact. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she managed, her voice small.
When the call ended, she turned to me, eyes pleading. “Please, you can’t do this to me! It will ruin my image if we divorce.”
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I smiled. This was an opportunity to teach her a valuable lesson.
“I’ll consider staying,” I replied. “But only if you obey my demands.”
Outrage and fury flickered in her eyes, but she nodded.
For the next two weeks, Adriana got a taste of her own medicine. I didn’t go nearly as far as she had, but I made sure she understood what it felt like to be controlled.
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“Fetch my coffee,” I would say. “And remember, two sugars.”
She would comply, her jaw tight, her eyes burning with hatred.
Meanwhile, I had my lawyers working on divorce papers. When they were ready, I left them on the kitchen counter for her to find.
“What’s this?” she asked, picking them up.
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“Divorce papers,” I replied calmly. “Our marriage is over.”
“But, you said you’d stay if I obeyed you!” Her voice shook. “You lied to me!”
“Yes,” I agreed, “and I hope you learned something from it. We might’ve actually been able to make this work, Adriana, if you hadn’t used that business deal as a way to enslave me. Pack your things and get out of my apartment.”
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“And before you go,” I added, “post on your Instagram that we’re separating amicably, by mutual agreement.”
“And if I don’t?” she challenged.
I held up my phone. “Then these videos go public.”
An hour later, her perfectly crafted post appeared. “After much reflection, James and I have decided to part ways. We remain committed to our families’ shared business interests and wish each other well.”
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The door closed behind her, and for the first time since our wedding day, I could breathe freely again.
This arranged marriage had cost me months of dignity, but it had taught me something valuable: no contract, family obligation, or financial concern was worth surrendering control of my life.
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Son’s Birthday Wish in Front of His Cake Shocks Everyone — Story of the Day
The Forgers were considered the ideal family. For their son’s tenth birthday, they invited all their friends and family. They had everything: tasty food, cake, and even a clown for the kids. But who could have imagined that one wish from the boy could shatter this illusion in an instant?
On their son Kevin’s tenth birthday, the Forger family home was filled with people on this special day. Brightly colored balloons floated near the ceiling, and streamers hung from every doorway.
Peter stood at the front door with a big smile, greeting guests as they arrived.
Meanwhile, Chelsea was in the kitchen. She was bustling around, checking on the last few details. The aroma of freshly baked cookies and savory appetizers filled the air.
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She carefully placed the final touches on a large birthday cake, covered in colorful frosting and decorated with toy cars—Kevin’s favorite. All that was left was to put the ten candles on top.
Friends of the family arrived with brightly wrapped presents for Kevin. There were toys, books, and games, all piled high on the gift table.
Everyone was smiling and exchanging pleasantries, complimenting the decorations and the party atmosphere. The house was buzzing with laughter and conversation.
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Peter had even hired a clown to entertain the kids in the backyard. The clown, dressed in a red and yellow costume with a big red nose, made balloon animals and performed magic tricks, making the children squeal with delight.
Meanwhile, the adults gathered in the living room, sipping cocktails and enjoying light snacks.
The Forgers appeared to be an ideal family living in an ideal home. Chelsea and Peter seemed like perfect hosts, always smiling and making sure everyone was having a good time.”
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The guests chatted about how well-behaved the Forger children were and how beautiful the house looked.
Finally, it was time to blow out the candles. All the guests gathered around the dining table where Kevin sat, a little nervously, in front of his birthday cake.
The cake was now adorned with ten brightly burning candles, their flames flickering gently.
“Remember, honey? Close your eyes, make a wish, and then blow out all the candles. Okay?”
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Chelsea said lovingly, her eyes sparkling with pride. She gave Kevin an encouraging smile before stepping back to join Peter, who was holding a video camera to capture the special moment forever.
Kevin looked around the room, his face showing signs of distress. He glanced at the cake, then at his mother, and then his father.
His eyes were wide with worry. He closed them tightly but opened them again almost immediately.
It was as if something was preventing him from keeping them closed, like a bad dream he didn’t want to see again.
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“Come on, Kevin, you can do it!” one of his friends called out, trying to cheer him on.
Kevin tried again. He closed his eyes once more, but his face scrunched up in fear.
Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut and, with all the courage he could muster, said loudly, “I wish my parents wouldn’t split up!” Then he blew out all the candles in one breath.
The room fell silent. The cheerful atmosphere turned tense as the weight of Kevin’s words sank in.
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No one had expected to hear anything like that. The Forgers splitting up? It couldn’t be—they seemed like the perfect couple.
Everything about them looked so exemplary and wonderful. Guests exchanged confused and concerned glances, their festive smiles fading.
Chelsea, shocked and embarrassed, looked at Peter, who shrugged helplessly in response.
She felt a knot forming in her stomach but quickly took Kevin by the hand and led him to the kitchen, away from the prying eyes of the guests.
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Peter followed closely behind, his face a mask of worry and confusion.
As they walked away, the whispers among the guests grew louder. The perfect image of the Forger family had been shattered by a single, innocent wish.
In the kitchen, Chelsea knelt before Kevin to look him straight in the eyes. The room was quiet, the only sound the faint murmur of the party continuing in the living room. Chelsea’s heart ached as she saw the worry etched on her son’s face.
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“Honey, why did you make that wish? Why do you think your dad and I are going to split up?” she asked gently, her voice soft but filled with concern.
Kevin looked down, shifting uncomfortably.
“I…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked up at his mom, his eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. Before he could say more, Peter stepped in.
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“Sweetheart, don’t interrogate the boy. He just wants us to always be together. He’s just a kid,” Peter said, trying to sound reassuring. He turned and looked directly at Kevin, forcing a smile.
“Right, kiddo?”
Kevin, looking scared, fell silent and nodded, his small frame trembling slightly. The kitchen felt like a pressure cooker, the tension thick in the air.
Chelsea sighed deeply, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Peter.
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“Such a strange wish, even for a child. It seemed like he genuinely fears we’ll split up. Is there something you need to tell me, Peter?”
Her voice had a sharp edge to it, a mix of worry and suspicion.
Peter raised his hands defensively. “What are you talking about, honey? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill again. He just misspoke, and you’re overreacting.”
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“Not just me—you saw the guests’ faces. They were all shocked,” Chelsea shot back, her frustration bubbling over. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Peter took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
“I’ll go out and explain everything to them. You calm the boy down, okay? It’s a celebration; let’s celebrate,” he said, trying to defuse the situation.
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As Peter returned to the living room, Chelsea turned her full attention back to Kevin. She placed her hands on his small shoulders, feeling the tension in his body.
“Honey, your dad and I love each other very much and aren’t going to split up. Don’t worry, okay?” she said, her voice filled with as much reassurance as she could muster.
Kevin looked up at her, his eyes still filled with doubt. “Uh-huh…” he replied, still unsure and upset, nodding slightly.
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He wanted to believe his mom, but the fear lingered in his heart.
Chelsea pulled him into a gentle hug, stroking his hair. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise,” she whispered, trying to soothe him.
But even as she said the words, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply amiss.
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Returning to the living room, Chelsea noticed the guests had resumed their conversations, and the situation seemed to have stabilized.
Laughter and chatter filled the air once again, and the festive atmosphere had returned, albeit with a lingering hint of unease.
Chelsea led Kevin to join the other children, who were now playing a game of musical chairs in a corner of the room.
“Play with the other kids while I go look for your dad, okay?” she said, smoothing Kevin’s hair gently.
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“Okay,” Kevin replied, though he still looked a bit uncertain. He slowly made his way over to the other children, who welcomed him back with cheerful smiles and playful shouts.
Chelsea watched him for a moment, her heart heavy with concern, before turning to search for Peter.
She walked through the living room, scanning the crowd, but couldn’t find him anywhere.
She checked the kitchen, the hallway, and even peeked into the backyard where the clown was still entertaining the kids. No sign of Peter.
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Feeling a growing sense of frustration, Chelsea returned to the living room and approached her friend Paige, who was chatting with a couple of other parents near the snack table.
“Quite the wish, wasn’t it?” Paige asked Chelsea with a humorous tone, raising an eyebrow. “Never a dull moment with kids, huh?”
“You can say that again,” Chelsea sighed, forcing a small smile. “Where did it come from? I know he’s just a kid, but it was so sudden…”
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“Very sudden,” Paige agreed, nodding. “No one expected it. Has something happened between you and Peter?”
“No! Of course not!” Chelsea said quickly, then paused. “Well, we haven’t been talking much lately. He’s been busy with work, and I’ve been preoccupied with Kevin…”
“So something did happen?” Paige asked, her voice gentle but curious.
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“Maybe… I don’t know,” Chelsea admitted, her shoulders slumping a little. “Maybe we had a small argument recently, and Kevin overheard. But nothing serious. I don’t think he’d make a wish like that over one argument.”
“It’s all very strange,” Paige said thoughtfully, glancing around the room. “Where’s Peter? Have you seen him?”
“He was just here,” Chelsea replied, frustration creeping into her voice. “He changed the topic so smoothly; I thought the party would be gloomy for the rest of the evening.”
“The party! Oh, I completely forgot the balloons for Kevin in the car! I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Chelsea said suddenly, remembering the colorful balloons she had left in the trunk of the car.
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She hurried toward the garage, her mind racing. As she approached the car, she started searching the trunk for the balloons.
Chelsea rummaged through the bags, the sound of crinkling plastic and rustling decorations filling the air.
Suddenly, she heard voices near the garage, coming from outside. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze, straining to hear the conversation.
‘How does he know? And does Chelsea know?’ a voice whispered urgently.
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“Shh! Quiet. He doesn’t know anything,” another voice hissed in response.
Hearing the whispers, Chelsea cautiously moved closer to listen, her pulse quickening. She peeked around the corner of the garage, holding her breath.
“Well, maybe he knows. It seems he saw us yesterday,” the first voice said, filled with anxiety.
“Yesterday? When Chelsea was at the store? You said no one was supposed to be home!” the second voice replied sharply, clearly frustrated.
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“No one was, but Kevin came home from school early. So what? He’s just a kid. Chelsea doesn’t suspect anything.”
Chelsea’s blood ran cold as she heard these words. Her mind raced, trying to process the shock. She stepped out of the garage, her face a mix of anger and disbelief, and saw Peter with her sister, Lucy. They stood too close, their faces pale with guilt.
A flustered Peter saw her and immediately forced a smile. “Sweetheart, is something wrong? Do you need help with something?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
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“I heard everything!” Chelsea exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage.
Peter’s smile vanished. “What exactly? How long have you been standing there?” he stammered.
“Long enough,” Chelsea replied coldly. Her eyes narrowed, and she felt a surge of betrayal. “Listen, you’ve misunderstood. I can explain everything,” Peter began, but Chelsea cut him off.
“I don’t need your explanations, neither yours nor my spoiled, unemployed sister’s,” she snapped.
“Chelsea, please listen…” Peter pleaded, but Chelsea raised a hand to silence him.
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“No, you listen to me. I don’t want to see either of you in my house ever again. Be gone in ten minutes,” she said with finality.
“And you, Peter, you’ll never see Kevin again. Good luck to you both.”
“Sweetheart, please wait. I’m sorry,” Peter begged, but Chelsea had already turned back to the house, her fury propelling her forward.
Inside, she gathered the guests and explained that the party was over and it was best for everyone to go home.
The guests, sensing the gravity of the situation, quickly gathered their things and left, murmuring words of sympathy.
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In one evening, the true nature of her perfect family was revealed. The reality hidden behind her husband’s and sister’s lies.
It was sad and painful, but at the same time, she understood that thanks to her son’s innocence, she learned the truth.
From this day forward, her new life without her terrible husband would begin.
After everyone left and Peter packed his things and drove away, Chelsea approached Kevin and gently hugged him.
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“I’m sorry, honey. It seems not all wishes are meant to come true,” she said softly, her voice choked with emotion.
Kevin looked up at her, his eyes shining with tears. “The most important thing is that you’re here, Mom,” he whispered.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Chelsea replied, holding him close. She knew they would face challenges ahead, but with Kevin by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came next.
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