ElifMurat

Chapter 1: The Wedding That Changed Her Life

Opening Scene:

The screen fades in to a beautiful, grand wedding hall. Gold and red decorations fill the space, guests are laughing, music plays, and everything looks perfect—except for one person.

The bride, a young girl, sits motionless in the center of the room. Her hands tremble slightly as she grips her dress. Her eyes scan the crowd, searching for someone—anyone—who will save her. But no one does.

Her parents stand beside her, smiling at the guests. To them, this is a moment of pride. They don’t notice the silent tears threatening to spill from their daughter's eyes.

Then, the groom walks in.

He is tall, well-dressed, and undeniably handsome. But his expression is cold, almost lifeless. He doesn’t smile at her. He barely looks at her. When he sits beside her, he leans in and whispers, "Let's get this over with."

Her heart sinks.

The Ceremony:

The priest asks the groom if he accepts this marriage. He sighs, glances at his parents, then says a bored "Yes."

When it’s her turn, she hesitates. The entire room stares at her. Her mother gives her a warning look. The groom glares at her. Her throat tightens.

"Yes," she whispers.

The moment the wedding is complete, she knows—her life is no longer hers.

The Wedding Night:

That night, they arrive at their new home, a huge mansion that feels cold and empty. She stands near the door, not knowing what to do.

Her husband removes his jacket, loosens his tie, and finally looks at her properly for the first time that day. His eyes are filled with annoyance.

"Listen," he says. "I don’t want you here. I didn’t want this marriage. You’re nothing to me, so don’t expect love, attention, or even respect. Just stay out of my way."

She feels her heart shatter.

Before she can say a word, he walks away, slamming the door to his bedroom.

She stands there, alone, in a house that doesn’t feel like home, in a marriage that feels like a prison.

She closes her eyes and whispers, "Is this my life now?"

The screen fades to black.

Chapt1 (Continued): The Cruel Reality

She stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, staring at the front door where the loud knocking echoed through the silent house. Her breath hitched as she reached for the handle, but before her fingers could touch it, a strong hand grabbed her wrist.

"Don’t," he said, his voice sharp and commanding.

She turned to face him, confusion in her eyes. But his gaze wasn’t on her—it was on the door. Without another word, he let go of her and moved to open it himself.

The door swung wide, revealing a woman. Not just any woman. She was stunning—dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her curves, long wavy hair cascading down her back, and lips painted a deep red. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she stepped inside with confidence.

Her heart clenched as she remembered his cold words earlier. "I didn’t want this marriage. You mean nothing to me."

Now, she understood. He had someone else.

Without a glance in her direction, he grabbed the woman’s waist and pulled her closer, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle. The girl stood there, feeling like a ghost in her own house. Unwanted. Invisible.

"Go upstairs," he ordered, his voice dripping with irritation.

She hesitated.

"I said go!" he snapped.

She flinched at his harsh tone, her hands trembling as she turned around and walked up the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. As she reached their bedroom, she paused at the door, gripping the frame for support. But before she could step inside, she heard it—soft laughter, the rustling of clothes, and then… kisses.

Curiosity and pain twisted inside her. She peeked down the staircase.

He was pressed against the couch, the woman straddling his lap, their lips locked in a heated kiss. His hands roamed freely over her body, pulling her closer as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Tears welled in her eyes.

Her mind screamed at her to look away, but she couldn’t. She felt paralyzed, stuck in a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

Then, she remembered. He already had a girlfriend. He never wanted this marriage. He never wanted her.

A sob threatened to escape her lips, but she covered her mouth with both hands, pressing them tightly to suppress the sound. She backed away, but her weak knees failed her, and she stumbled, falling onto the cold floor.

Her breathing grew erratic as the sound of their moans filled the air, each gasp and sigh stabbing into her like a blade.

She curled into herself, pressing her hands to her ears, trying to block it all out. But no matter how hard she tried, their pleasure-filled whispers, their gasps of satisfaction, reached her.

She shut her eyes tightly.

"Please… stop," she whimpered, though no one could hear her.

The world around her blurred as her silent cries consumed her, drowning in the pain of a love she never had, a marriage that was nothing but a prison.

And in that moment, she made a promise to herself—one day, she would escape.

(Chapter Ends)