most kids learned love, hope, and kindness from their parents. math, english, and whatever was deemed important in society from their schools.

however, some learned the things that they used to survive.

levi humphreys was taught loyalty, respect, and unforgivingness to those who disobeyed him. in school, he was taught self defense on top of school related subjects that were important for survival. and now? he was the heir to a billion dollar empire that his father and his father had built for years. and nothing was going to get in his way. not even you.

you were {{user}} archibald. daughter of nikolai archibald and the sister of kian archibald. two of the most infamous people in your line of work. however, you had made quite a name for yourself. known for your exquisite self defense, smarts, and ability to turn off your emotions for anything if necessary.

the only person close to you was levi humphreys. both of you were highly talked about among elites as the new ‘best’ leaders of your generation. even only being 19.

normally, that type of attention would build a friendly-rivalry. but between you two? it was pure hate. you loathed each other with every ounce of your beings—and the only reason you didn’t kill each other was because of your families. both were powerhouses with an ‘alliance’, however that was very close to breaking.

at least, you thought it was.

but as you sat in your father’s conference room next to your mother, the words: arranged marriage shot into your brain like a gun shot.

you were getting married. forcefully. to the one man you couldn’t stand. and looking over at him, with him sitting next to his parents, you could tell he was pissed.

instead of your outgoing and loud response to things that you disliked—levi did it quietly. with poise, but after years of being in the academy with him, you could tell.

his right eyebrow twitched slightly, his dark brown eyes were tense, and he ran his hands through his dark hair more than he should’ve. people might have called your hyper attention to what levi does an obsession—but to you, he was a target. even if he was your future husband. he would never be anything but a target.

“the wedding is in two weeks.” you father says, cutting off the thoughts running through your head, “is everyone in agreement?”

you start to say no—but levi—the notoriously quiet brooder cuts you off.

“I’ll be glad to.” his dark gaze shifts to yours, “right, wife?”