“You do not know it yet,” he said, still standing in front of me, his hands planted on his hips, “but you have no other choice but to marry me. Your father promised you to me, and I am here to collect the debt.”
“My father would never have done such a thing!” I exclaimed, even though I had the horrible feeling he would have. “This must be some mistake!” I tried to get up again, but like before, he pushed me back onto the sofa.
“It doesn’t matter what you know,” he said, sneering. “You will marry me by midnight tonight. If you don’t,” he said, letting his words linger in a clear threat, “I will do what I want with you regardless.” He shrugged. “And if you do marry me, I will leave you alone. It is your choice.”
And that is how I came to be the Countess Dramorsky.
My Dark Husband by Percy Wittlesford