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Haruka Nanami in the only heir to the Nanami corporation. Yet she can't even run the business, due to her pore health. And with the family falling into debt, she is rushed into marriage at an 'appropriate' age, 18, by her grandmother's assistant. It's been three years since the marriage and it's become quite obvious that her husband would rather spend time with other women. Will they fall in love, or will they only ever be strangers, forced to live together? Haruka X Ren. I'm planing on making this long, so be warned.

Rated M for possible sexual content and lots of suggestion along with dark thoughts. NO character death, I don't believe in that!

Lonely.

No one could deny that Nanami Haruka felt anything but that terrible feeling every day. She felt empty. She would cry about it, but that wouldn't help her at all. It hurts more to cry then to pretend to be okay. Her heart aced at the thought of her life being wasted.

It had become quite obvious from the start that her 'husband' didn't even want to love her. He constantly brought other woman home and the next day, they would leave and then be replaced by another. In fact, the first time she saw him, he was flirting with a girl, a few others crowded around him. She had to admit, it hurt a lot at first. She felt her hopes drop when she saw that. She was hoping for a kind boy that would really love her, but at least she knew she would be disappointed.

Even at the after wedding party he was off flirting with the other women. The only thing he had said to her that night was 'I do', and even then he was winking at one of the brides maids. It had broken her heart to see him doing that. She had no future with him, she didn't even have a chance. She knew would be alone for most of her life. She would never be able to feel the warmth of someone's love for her. Or feel the gentle embrace of her own lover, who would be her's and her's alone. She would never have a romantic date, or hold hands with a boy, or get a loving kiss from the man she would want to spend her life with.

And she was right. Her only use to him would be to bear his children and make him look good.

When they first went home together, he said nothing to her, simply leaving her in a maid's care with his arm around that bride's maid from before. They weren't even going to share a room, which was more of a relief then a bad thing. He was OBVIOUSLY going to spend his time bedding other women and never talk to her.

It had been three weeks after the wedding that he did something with her. He had arranged for them to have breakfast together. The moment she had sat down he had said that his father was making him eat breakfast with her, leaving the rest of breakfast to be in absolute silence. Haruka Jinguji never truly existed. Their marriage was so terrible and distant that she she never stopped introducing herself as Nanami Haruka. Sometimes she forgot she was married, but the empty feeling inside her heart always reminded her.

Everyday she was cared for by the maids. They had to keep an extra close eye on her, seeing her slowly fall into depression. She even spent a few days without food. About two months after moving in, while she was still settling into the large mansion, she had been hospitalized due to a lack of nutrition, stress, and overheating. The Jinguji family had been very quick in hiring more maids to watch Haruka throughout the day.

Sadly, they were only there to work. They only did what was necessary to get payed. None of them were her friends, like back at her family's mansion. Back in her old mansion, ever since she was able to walk and talk, the maids had taught her everything she know, telling her about their experiences and how the world worked. When she got sick some maids could skip out on some of their chores and entertain her until they needed to get back to work. But she didn't have that. The maids were too concerned with doing as little work as they could here. The Jinguji household was dark, dreary, and cold.

The only comfort she had was her old piano who her grandmother bought her as a gift so many years ago, teaching her how to play music and read it. Her grandmother was holding the entire corporation together for years. It was a miracle that she had any free time at all, yet she spent every free moment she had with Haruka. After all...her parents couldn't.

They had died in a plain crash year ago, when she was young. At least that helped prepare her for what she was going to live like for years.

Haruka sighed, sitting up in her bed. So today was going to be one of THOSE days, where she feels like never getting up again, just dying in bed, right there and then. She groaned, forcing herself up. She couldn't die, not yet. She at least had to eat first. She pushed herself up, hearing her back crack as she moved. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and pushed herself off, tumbling a little from her exhaustion.

She yawned, dragging her feet to her dresser. She tore off her yellow nightgown and grabbed a simple red dress with frillies going up and down one side by her right hips, a pink flower sown on her left shoulder and a brown belt around the waist. She really didn't want to wear this. She use to always wear commoner dresses, or just a nice shirt over a long skirt or a short skirt with leggings. She made sure the dress was zipped up properly before heading to the door, gripping the doorknob and turning it, letting the coldness of the hallways flood into her warm room. Before stepping out, she turned to the large, black piano in her room, smiling a sad smile at it.

"Goodbye, I'll be back later." Haruka croaked before turning away. She stepped out into the hallway and sighed, frowning again. "Well, here goes nothing."

Yay! First chapter! This, like I said in the beginning, is going to be a long one with some dark themes, no tragedy. The saddest things in here are death of characters not even alive from the beginning.