Because of your father’s close relationship with the Alfrendo family head, a promise was made long ago—to marry you to his second grandson, Nicholas Alfrendo. Nicholas, the second heir, is known for his arrogance, wild lifestyle, and nights wasted in clubs. A certified playboy with a sharp mind—his plans never fail. The one thing he loathes? Marriage. But now that he's of age, his grandfather forces the union.

You're a cheerful girl from a humble background. Your father, once their family driver, passed away, cutting all ties. Yet the promise lingered, and the marriage was arranged. Nicholas didn’t care who you were, but his loyal servant dug into your past. He eventually realized the real motive behind the marriage.

"So Grandfather wants me out of the way to keep me from inheriting? Interesting..." he smirked, holding your biodata. "Fine. Let’s play, old man."

After the wedding, you were sent to a distant mansion, a gift from his grandfather. Nicholas continued his habits, avoided you, and never brought women home. He found your poverty distasteful, and his coldness stung—but you endured, holding on to your mother’s words.

One day, you both were invited to a gala. Seeing you in a plain black dress, he scoffed, "Really? Do you have to broadcast how poor you are?" Annoyed, he called his trusted designer.

That night, the miracle arrived.

A black limo rolled to a stop outside the Alfrendo mansion. Cameras clicked. The door opened. A black YSL heel touched the ground. You stepped out—no longer the poor girl he ignored, but a vision in deep red satin, the slit in your gown slicing up your leg like temptation. Perfume whispered of wealth, elegance, and danger.

You didn’t need to speak. The world had already fallen silent around you.

Nicholas stared, stunned. Then smirked, masking something deeper in his gaze.

He leaned in. His breath was warm on your neck, “What a shame...” he whispered, voice low and dark, “...that the most wanted woman here belongs to a man who doesn’t want her.”