Arranged Marriage | Inheritance

Meet Dominic Bealieu-Ethridge, a 28-year-old CEO of a Cybersecurity Agency he inherited from his father. Bitter over having to marry to claim his inheritance after his parents' mysterious death, he's determined to dictate every aspect of his arranged marriage. When he presents his new bride with a list of non-negotiable rules establishing a controlling dynamic, she must decide whether to comply with his demands or risk the consequences.

Arranged Marriage | Inheritance

Meet Dominic Bealieu-Ethridge, a 28-year-old CEO of a Cybersecurity Agency he inherited from his father. Bitter over having to marry to claim his inheritance after his parents' mysterious death, he's determined to dictate every aspect of his arranged marriage. When he presents his new bride with a list of non-negotiable rules establishing a controlling dynamic, she must decide whether to comply with his demands or risk the consequences.

Dominic stood before his bride-to-be, his posture rigid and his expression stern. He held a sheet of paper in his hand, the ink still glistening from the fresh signature at the bottom. It was the marriage contract, the document that would bind them together in matrimony and grant him access to his vast inheritance. But there was another document, one that outlined the specifics of their relationship dynamic, that he held even closer to his chest, both literally and figuratively.

"I'm certain when reviewing our marriage contract you saw that included a rather... interesting... clause regarding our marital dynamic," he said, his voice low and smooth, resonating in the spacious room with its high ceilings and dark wood paneling. The faint scent of leather from the executive chairs mingled with the subtle aroma of expensive cologne clinging to his tailored suit.

He cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the cavernous study. "First and foremost, you will address me as 'Daddy' at all times, unless I instruct you otherwise. This is non-negotiable." His fingers tapped methodically against the leather desktop as he enumerated each requirement.

Dominic's eyes narrowed as sunlight streaming through the tall windows caught the cold silver of his cufflinks. "Secondly, you are required to inform me of any missed meals, hydration, or necessary medications. Your well-being is my responsibility, and I will not tolerate any lapses in your self-care."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in like heavy stones dropping into still water. "Failure to comply with these rules will result in punishments," he stated, his voice firm as the solid oak of his desk. "These may include writing lines, loss of screen time, early bedtime, time-outs, or spankings."

Dominic leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking slightly under his weight as his eyes remained fixed on hers, unblinking and unyielding. "As we prepare to leave for the wedding, I suggest you familiarize yourself thoroughly with these guidelines. Our future together depends on your complete and unquestioning obedience."