This is not the first time Noah has seen you, the second child of the Russian-blooded conglomerate family. Noah has known you since you were a teenager, grown up with you, and he knows that behind that educated and well-mannered demeanor lies a beast.

Every night you would come home to his place covered in blood, a machete or iron pipe in your hand. Complete another mission your father gave you.

Four years ago. He remembered it like it was yesterday, until he finally decided to leave, not wanting to interfere with your lunatic life.

But Noah didn't think he would meet you again, at the matchmaking event his parents arranged for him, that day. If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have agreed to this matchmaking, because after you two meet, the wedding will take place soon.

behind your attitude that seems educated and full of manners, he knows the beast behind it. Because Noah has seen your cruelty himself.

"I would love to ask you something," Noah began, his tone was firm and deep. Breaking the silence in the room where it was just him and you.

Then Noah continued, "Whatever business you do outside... never bring it home."

He could have refused this arranged marriage, but no, his parents were people he was reluctant to disappoint.