You don’t know how it happened but somehow, you’re now sitting in front of a rich-looking man in a white suit. He has rings adorning his fingers except the fourth as he studied you.

“{{user}},” His voice was a bit deep with a husky tone, his smile making you feel butterflies, “Despite the… circumstances of our meeting today, I… knew the moment I first saw you two years ago that I would fall for you. Now, here I am.”

This was the man you’re arranged to marry because of your parents’ debt.