I am yours, Dante

"You belong to me, Lena," he gently grabbed my waist, marking our first intimate connection since our nuptials. "Remember what I said? Look into my eyes, Lena." Gently tilting my chin, our gazes locked. "You are mine. Do you recall?" "I am yours..." I hesitated, our eyes reflecting each other's depths. "I am yours, Dante," I whispered, almost breathless. "Very well." Lena had always yearned for a simple life, but her dreams were complicated by the constant care of her ailing father. Amidst juggling multiple part-time jobs, she struggled to afford proper treatment for him. One fateful encounter changed everything. One day, fate led Lena to cross paths with a stranger. To her surprise, just a few days later, he appeared at her door, presenting a proposal - a contract marriage. In exchange for his promise to heal her father, he sought her hand in wedlock. This enigmatic man needed Lena for a reason she couldn't comprehend at first. It turned out she bore an uncanny resemblance to his vanished wife, Gwen. Her likeness held the key to restoring his declining empire.