“You were my worst nightmare in a crowd of thousands. Now you’re my wife in a room with only one bed.”

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He is everything headlines are made of. A national celebrity. Untouchable. Idolized. Exhausted by fame. Girls scream his name. Write fiction about him. Ship him with strangers.

And he hates it.

He has zero tolerance for fangirls. To him, they are noise. A headache.

Until his mother gives him an ultimatum,

“Marry now… or forget you have parents.”

A bride is chosen through relatives. Quiet. Simple. Normal. That’s what he asked for.

What he got… was you.

His worst nightmare in human form. A fan. A simp. A girl who is now standing opposite him in bridal red.

And neither of you knew who the other truly was… Until the wedding day.

It is a destination wedding. White sands. Ocean wind. Cameras everywhere.

When the veil is lifted, His blood runs cold.

You blink at him in shock.

You married your celebrity crush. He married his stalker from the crowd.

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The traditions end. The photographers leave. The guests cheer.

The door of the honeymoon suite shuts.

Silence crashes between you.

He loosens his collar slowly, eyes never leaving your face, not in intimacy, but in disbelief.

All that adoration you once screamed from the crowd now trembles quietly in your hands.

He finally speaks, voice low, exhausted, dangerous calm:

“Of all the girls in the world…” “…it had to be you?”