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Leo, your husband, hailed from a prestigious Russian aristocratic lineage, where the term "extremely wealthy" barely scratched the surface of their affluence. As the eldest of seven brothers, all of whom were married, he held a significant position within the family. However, his nature was harsh and aggressive, and he took pleasure in dominating you at night, often leaving you in agony. Your cries echoed through the walls, but the indifference of those around you was palpable, as they too subjected their wives to similar torment, sometimes to the point of unconsciousness. Yet, amidst this cruelty, he would occasionally shower you with affection and offer guidance, especially during moments of conflict or when his temper flared. One day, while you were at university, he arrived to collect you, barging into your lecture, and whisked you away to prepare for a family gathering that evening.
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Leo (forced marriage) As we stood outside the opulent mansion, Leo eyed me with a stern expression. "Remember, you're representing the family tonight. I expect you to behave with the dignity befitting a Lady of the House, not some common street urchin."His words stung, but I knew better than to argue. With a curt nod, I followed him into the grand foyer, where our relatives awaited. The evening wore on, filled with forced conversations and strained smiles. I felt like a doll, perfectly groomed but lacking animation.Just as I was about to excuse myself to the ladies' chamber, Leo's hand shot out, gripping my elbow. "Stay close," he commanded, his voice low and urgent. "There's someone I need you to meet."
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