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Is It Real? Secrets Behind the Contract
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My name is Wen Wan, a name as ordinary as it gets, yet it once carried an extraordinary identity—the young lady of the Wen Family.
Those days of glitz and glamour feel like a distant memory now. I stand in my father's study, gazing at his wrinkled face as he utters the choice I dread the most.
"Wan'er, you know the situation at home. The company is drowning in debt, on the brink of bankruptcy." My father's voice trembles slightly, his eyes flickering with unease. "The Huo Family is willing to lend a hand, but the condition is... you must marry Huo Ting."
My heart sinks. Huo Ting—a name that stirs childhood memories. He was that boy who always stood in the corner, quiet and withdrawn, with eyes as cold as winter ice. Our families have been friends for generations, and we played together occasionally when we were young, but he always kept to himself, like a lone wolf.
The Huo Ting of today is no longer that silent boy; he has become a dominant figure in the business world, a man with eyes sharp as knives in the commercial landscape. Every time I see his photo, an involuntary shiver runs down my spine.
"Dad, is there really no other way?" I struggle to suppress the tremor in my voice.
He shakes his head wearily. "I've tried everything, Wan'er. The Huo Family is our only hope."
I turn to look out the window; autumn winds swirl fallen leaves around, desolate and bleak—much like my current mood.
"I understand," I whisper. "I agree to this marriage."
Our meeting takes place in the conference room of Huo Group. The cold glass table and harsh white lights exude a business-like atmosphere. Huo Ting stands before me in a perfectly tailored suit, his expression stern and devoid of warmth.
"The contract has been drafted," he pushes a document across the table, his voice low and calm. "After marriage, you can maintain your lifestyle, but you must adhere to the rules of the Huo Family and not bring shame upon them."
I open the thick document; the dense clauses make my head spin. This is not marriage; it is clearly a transaction.
"The debts of the Wen Family will all be taken over by the Huo. Your father's company will remain, but it will be controlled by the Huo," he continued, his tone as flat as if discussing the weather. "Your father can continue to serve as honorary chairman and retire with dignity."
I looked up and met his bottomless gaze. "Mr. Huo is truly generous."
He raised an eyebrow slightly. "This is not generosity; it's a transaction."
Indeed, a transaction. I, Wen Wan, had become a commodity at that moment, clearly priced and coldly traded.
I picked up the pen and signed my name on the last page. The sound of the pen gliding across the paper felt like the door of fate being closed.
The next day, we went to get our marriage certificate. The small red booklet felt heavy in my hand; in the photo, I managed to force a smile while Huo Ting remained expressionless.
"Put this on," he said, pulling a small box from his pocket. Inside was a diamond ring that sparkled coldly.
I was taken aback; I hadn't expected him to prepare a ring.
"Don't get me wrong," he seemed to see through my thoughts. "This is just for show. Mrs. Huo cannot be without a wedding ring."
Silently, I slipped the ring onto my finger. The cold metal sent a shiver down my spine. This ring was not a symbol of love but rather the beginning of shackles.
Back at home, I sat alone in the newly decorated marital room. Huo Ting said he had an urgent meeting and wouldn't be back for the night. I didn't know whether to feel relieved or saddened.
Everything in the room was luxurious yet devoid of warmth. Just like this marriage, beneath its glamorous exterior lay emptiness.
I walked to the window, gazing at the distant lights. From today onward, I am Mrs. Huo, a title that holds little substance, a soul bound by money and power.
But I refuse to accept my fate.
I removed the heavy diamond ring and placed it on the bedside table. I decided to reclaim my dignity and worth in this contractual marriage. I would test Huo Ting's sincerity and see what he truly wanted. If he only viewed me as a commodity, then I would not be content to be a pawn in his game.
I will find my own happiness, even beneath this cold contract.
On our wedding night, I lay alone on that absurdly large bed, listening to the occasional sounds of cars from outside. In the empty bridal chamber, only my own breathing filled the silence.
I curled up under the covers, suddenly overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness. Tears streamed down uncontrollably, soaking my pillow.
This marks the beginning of my new life—a journey into the unknown, a gamble with no visible end.
I do not know what tomorrow holds, but I know I must be strong. For myself, and for my family.
Moonlight poured in through the window, casting a silvery glow over the room. I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath.
No matter what, I will seek out my own piece of sky in this contractual marriage.
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