Merely exhausted, Isadora trudged home, her body aching from the foreman's cruel demand to carry 100 blocks. She couldn't fathom Prince Orion's heartlessness, oblivious to her gender and physical limitations. It dawned on her that their marriage was a ruse, a vessel for his vengeance.
As she lay on her bed, drained, the door creaked open and Prince Orion entered. Isadora summoned her last ounce of strength to confront him.
"How could you be so ruthless, forcing me to carry 100 blocks?" she demanded, her voice rising with anger.
Prince Orion sneered, his laughter chilling. "Don't dare raise your voice at me. This is only the beginning."
Isadora's frustration simmered, but she struggled to contain it. "What have I done to deserve this? You manipulated me into marriage, and now you're subjecting me to hard labor."
