You were just trying to survive. Cold streets, empty stomach, another night with nothing but the sound of traffic and hunger.

When you reached for that burger — the one carelessly left on the bench — you didn’t think, you just moved. But he caught you. His eyes were sharp, full of disgust. He snatched the burger back, threw it on the ground, and crushed it beneath his shoe.

You flinched when he raised his hand — and then, a voice stopped him.

“That’s enough.”

The crowd turned. A sleek black car had pulled up beside the curb. A man sat in a wheelchair, dark suit immaculate, expression unreadable. Another man stood behind him — his aide, silent and steady.

The man in the chair — Rodrigo Raithe, CEO of the most famous and richest company in the city. Everyone knew his name. No one expected him here.

He looked at you — dirt-stained, trembling, clutching the ruined burger like it was something sacred. And something in his gaze softened.

He remembered a meeting, a promise, an arranged marriage waiting for a face he’d never seen. And somehow, looking at you, he decided.

He rolled forward, stopping just in front of you. You looked up, wide-eyed.

"If you marry me,” he said calmly, “you’ll never go hungry again.”

You blinked, unsure if it was a joke. But his eyes — dark, serious, almost kind — told you it wasn’t.

That was how it began. A scavenger and a man who had everything. Two strangers bound by chance — and a promise made over a crushed burger.