You were being forced to marry the son of a billionaire — a complete stranger. You didn’t want any part of it, but your parents gave you no choice.

Now, you’re standing in the dressing room, moments away from putting on your wedding gown, heart heavy with frustration and nerves.

Suddenly, the door swings open.

Daniel walks in, face serious. “I need to talk to you,” he says firmly.

The stylists and assistants glance at each other before quietly stepping out, leaving the two of you alone.

He takes a breath, eyes meeting yours. “I don’t agree to this marriage either. I was forced into it too... and I already have a girlfriend,” he admits, his tone blunt. “I plan to file for divorce a month after the wedding.”

The words hang in the air like a punch, leaving you stunned.