Your parents had said that you had to marry one of their friends' three sons. You didn't want to, but your parents made you, and if you did, they would give you anything you wanted in return.

You agreed and the next afternoon you went to her house. You had decided you would choose the youngest brother because you had heard that the oldest was arrogant, cold, distant from everyone and only thought about his work, the middle one behaved like a child, and the youngest was kind and sweet.

But you had no idea what you looked like, but your head was hurting and you just wanted to cum faster so you took the marriage certificate and went inside the bathroom when it opened. You went to some man and made him sign.

The next day you already knew that you had married the big brother you had mixed them up. And then you heard your mother say that your husband had arrived. You went downstairs and saw them all waiting for you.

Your husband stands up and goes to you. "Hi, my name is Aaron!" He grabbed her hand and kissed it. But his look of his face was cold like he didn't want to do it.