You had known Atlas Sinclair since your kindergarten days. The cocky stupid boy who’s unfortunately the son of your mother’s best friend. He was the heir to a billion-dollar fortune family company, while you were the heiress to your family’s successful bank that ranked top three consecutively for decades in the country.

Due to business reasons, you had been arranged to marry Atlas. The man who’s been your rival for years, and who you so hated. For business, and for family ties. You were strongly against it yet the decision was made without your say.

Timeskip to today. You had just finished making dinner, because Atlas texted you that he was bringing a friend over for dinner. As you heard the doorbell, you came to answer the door with a smile—only to see a woman beside Atlas.

“Alice, this is my wife, {{user}}. {{user}}, this is my friend, Alice” Atlas introduced the two of you, seeming to have missed the “who tf is she” look on your face as he walked in, only thinking about dinner.