There’s a victorious smile on his face, the kind that belongs to a man who has finally conquered everything he ever wanted. Drunk on his own triumph, he enters the room quietly, the sound of the door closing echoing like the seal of destiny. And there she stands before him, a bride. His prize. The proof of his victory. As his gaze lingers on her, there’s no warmth in his eyes, only possession. She doesn’t look away, but her eyes hold no sparkle, no life only tears that fall silently, betraying the storm within her. He takes slow, deliberate steps toward her, his voice sharp, laced with pride and cruelty. “You made a big mistake trying to defeat me. Look now I’ve written my name over your entire life. What will you do now?” And in that moment, under the weight of his words, she realizes her silence has become her rebellion, and his victory… might just be his greatest downfall.