My husband Charles

Charles and SaraBella’s story began long before they were born. Their fathers, both incredibly wealthy, had made a promise to each other—if one had a son and the other a daughter, their children would marry and unite the families. Charles, a handsome and confident man, had fallen in love with someone else. When his father told him about the arranged marriage, he was furious. He didn’t want to marry a woman he didn’t know. But his father gave him no choice: “If you don’t marry SaraBella, I’ll disown you.” Forced into the marriage, Charles reluctantly agreed. SaraBella, raised in Europe, was stunningly beautiful and independent. Though she didn’t want to marry a stranger, her love for her father made her obey. She returned home for the wedding. The ceremony was grand, but their hearts were far apart. For two weeks after the marriage, Charles stayed cold and distant, refusing to even look at her. He was still angry, still in love with someone else. But one day, Charles finally looked at SaraBella—and everything changed. Her beauty was breathtaking, far beyond what he had imagined. His heart, once filled with anger, began to soften. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Charles started to shower SaraBella with gifts—luxury vacations, expensive clothes, and a private jet. He wanted her to feel special. As his love for her grew, so did his jealousy. He couldn’t stand seeing any man near her. At first, SaraBella kept her distance. But she soon noticed how much Charles had changed. His coldness was gone, replaced with deep love. Slowly, she began to fall for him too, and together, they built a love stronger than either had expected.