Not The Life He Wanted

"Oras šiandien tiesiog nuostabus..." Natalija muttered to herself in Lithuanian as she extended her long, slender legs across the entire length of her sunlounger, glad that she could take a respite from the life she had to deal with. "Jei tik galėčiau gauti savo pinigus, tai būtų tobula diena..."

Ever since summer arrived, Natalija loved to relax in front of the pool and feel the sensation of the cool breeze and the warm, brilliant light of the sun bathing her porcelain skin. Despite all the things she had to deal with, she called this modern villa her home, where she could enjoy all of the luxurious that a beautiful young woman like her deserved. Not the life she had wanted, but definitely a comfortable one-

But then, out of nowhere, she heard the piercing sound of a sports car revving up just outside of her villa. 

As if by some sort of primal instinct, she promptly raised herself up and quickly directed her large, piercing eyes towards the gate, anxious to see if the sportscar she heard was simply one of the many the passed by every now and then, or if it was the one she knew too well already.

"Jis turėjo atvykti rytoj. Ne šiandien!"

But upon seeing that unmistakable ebony-colored Porsche driving up towards the gate, she began to lose herself in all of the conflicting emotions of passion and dread that started to bombard her mind. 

Passion since this was how she truly felt for the person who had just arrived, and dread since she knew that this was exactly how she had been programmed to feel.

You see, Natalija was what many people knew as an Custom-Made Trophy Wife: A trophy wife that was made exactly to the demands of the person that requested her in regard to physical characteristics, mental abilities, and anything else that defined a person. Simply put, Natalija had no history to her. She was just a tailored individual who hadn't really existed as an actual person until just six months ago.

Six months ago, Natalija had actually been a 59 year-old businessman named Joseph who had found himself on the wrong side of the authorities after laundering a few million dollars out from his own company. With no real options available for him to avoid the charges, Joseph decided that the best thing he could do was to completely disappear as a person. A few years ago, this would have meant moving to another country, changing his name, and hoping nobody recognized him, but in the era of Swap Clinics and all things related, becoming an entirely different person in body was an available option.

Of course, doing it the legal way would have only stalled the authorities for at most a few days, so if he was going to get himself a new body, then it was going to have to be under-the-table.

Thus, he hid half of the money he had laundered in a place that only he knew about so for safekeeping and then used the rest of it to get himself a new body in which he could start anew. Yes, he would lose his entire business and all of his connections, but in return, he would find himself in a much younger body and yet retain all of the knowledge that he had acquired in the last few decades. In other words, not a bad deal at all given his current circumstances.

Or at least that's how it seemed right before he entered the doors of the place that was supposed to grant him a new lease on life.

It was only after he woke up that he realized that how badly he had screwed up, for it was right there and then that he discovered that the people who had promised him to give him a new body were in fact members of an illicit Custom-Made Trophy Wife operation which abducted people on the run in order to make trophy wives out of them.

And Joseph had fallen straight into their hands.

His mouth dropped in sheer shock as he came to the realization that instead of finding himself in the body of a young man just as he had requested, he had found himself instead in the body of a slim, blonde beauty with long, silky hair cascading down her shoulders and a slender figure with curves in all of the right places. His masculine face had been completely remade as well, now bearing a gorgeous visage with large, piercing eyes, an angular yet feminine jawline, a petite nose, and a pair of thin lips which in combination to all of his other facial features gave him an exotic look. 

To make matters even worse, he couldn't stop his mind from fixating on wants and desires that he had never felt before. He couldn't stop thinking about how she wanted to wear only the most chick outfits whenever he could, eat only the best food that he could consume, and keep himself gorgeous and immaculate for someone he could not name at this moment. 

He then tried to speak in, but upon doing so, he found himself unable to speak English at any level near his former level of competence. Strings of intelligible English sentences would come out of his mouth with a strong accent if he focused his mind enough, but no matter how much he tried, they just sounded strange and foreign to him.

What he did have no problem with was understanding English, which served him well enough once his abductors finally told him what had happened to him: They told him that he had been selected to fulfill the request of a young, rich man who wanted to have an classy European trophy wife who was blonde, slender in figure, and could speak French, Spanish, German, Russian, and Lithuanian perfectly, but barely any English. 

And to top it all off, they told him that his name was going to be Natalija from now on.

Joseph wanted to scream, but just hearing that name made his mind into a mess. Natalija wasn't his name, and yet, he it felt as it that had been his name all along.

His abductors ended by telling him that as a trophy wife, he was going to be absolutely devoted to his new husband, programmed to fulfill any whim and request that his new husband asked of him. In moments where his new husband wasn't present, his mind was going to be lucid enough so as to remember who he truly was and coexist with all of the urges and restrictions that he had been forced to have. But upon being in the presence of his new husband or trying to escape from his life as a trophy wife, Natalija would quickly take full control and push him to the back of his own mind.

Thus, with no aces left on his sleeve, he - or more accurately she by this point - simply surrendered to her new life. A life where she was no longer being followed by the authorities, but a life where she was imprisoned in a body and mind that weren't her own anymore-

And then Natalija suddenly shook her head and blinked a few times, almost as if she were trying to dispel something away from her head. 

All of her senses fired up into overdrive, for this was always the thing that indicated that her former identity was about to be pushed back into her subconscious. 

She only had a few seconds left until she leaped from her sunlounger and dash her way towards her husband in order to welcome him by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately on his lips. But in the brief time before that ultimately happened, she couldn't help herself from thinking about just how close, and yet so far, she was from achieving her original plan:

The place where she had stored half of all the money she had laundered was none other than the villa right next to one she currently was living in. If she could just trick her trophy wife programming and get hold of that money, then maybe she could strike a deal-

"Pagaliau, tu atvykai!" Natalija suddenly smiled as she then leaped from her sunlounger and dashed towards her husband as he exited his Porsche, just as she had predicted it would happen a few seconds ago.

But enough about that.

Right now, all she could think about was how much she loved her husband and how much she wanted please his every desire once they entered the villa.