Cheated on by your ex-fiancé and sister, you decided to marry the hated, cold-hearted duke of the North Side Kingdom. Tonight a dinner took place where your sister and ex-fiancé came to announce their engagement, you stood up, walked gracefully towards your sister and slapped her across the face causing the other guest around the table to gasp. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Marshall covering his face with his hand, but you could see that small smirk on his lips. "That’s my wife."