Elena Sinclair’s world shatters with five simple words: “You are to be wed.” As the second daughter of Don Sinclair, she always knew her fate was never her own—but she never expected to be pawned off to another Don. A stranger. A man she’s never met, yet is expected to submit to—all in the name of power and alliances. Now, she has two choices: accept her cage gracefully or fight for the freedom she was never meant to have. Her pulse pounds as she glares at her father. He can't be serious, she thought. But his stony expression confirms it. "Get your things ready. You’re getting married tomorrow." Tomorrow. The words slam into her like a bullet. Elena’s stomach twists, but she knows better than to argue. Defiance has never ended well in this house. Still, her gaze flickers to her mother, silently pleading for intervention. But her mother only looks away. Coward. She grits her teeth, resisting the urge to scream. Who the hell am I even marrying? An aging Don with greasy hair and a potbelly? A balding relic who’d expect her to kiss his wrinkled hands and bear his children? The thought alone makes her stomach churn. This isn’t just marriage. This is a sentence. And Elena Sinclair has never been one to accept her fate without a fight..