You looked at your reflection blinking at the beautiful feminine creature reflected, it was amazing what money could buy today, in cosmetic surgery, voice therapy, and even height reduction.<br /><br />1 year earlier<br /><br />&#8220;You can't be serious,&#8221; you said walking back and forth in the massive boardroom of your father's company. Sitting surrounded by a wall of lawyers, was your father Augustus Kenneth Smith the VI, the CEO of AKS Tech, one of the oldest companies in America. Dating back to colonial times your family has been one of the richest and most powerful in the world.<br /><br />&#8220;Do I look like I'm joking?&#8221; The old man says looking at you with leveled contempt. &#8220;This was agreed upon back in 1872 and sanctioned by the state legislature. You could bankrupt our family, we would have to turn over all our assets in the city. That would be the entire company at this point no, we will honor this contract, everything has been prepared for. Cheer up you are still going to be marrying into the Russell family.&#8221;<br /><br />You looked down at the ancient paper. The seal of the state was emblazoned, it was the last sanctioned marriage contract in the land promising the youngest to be the bride for the youngest male son. They never specified daughter, just bride.....but the breach penalties at the time probably were modest but with the location of company assets......the breach was not possible. You signed the other document, it was a surgical consent.<br /><br />Present-day<br /><br />You looked at your bridesmaid, the girl you had planned on marrying, now simply her sister-in-law, and thanks to gag orders, and NDAs, you could never tell your real identity, she would simply think her beau had been lost at sea in a yacht fire. You were trapped, forever as you're own baby sister and soon-to-be wife.