You never imagined your enemy would steal your vows, your future and your freedom, by slipping into your wedding as if he’d always been meant to stand beside you. Yet he did, sealing a marriage that was never supposed to be his.

He became your husband… by deceit.

You were raised in a middle-class home, but you spent your childhood in his world because your mother was their cook, his mother’s closest friend. You were the only young girl in a house full of privileged sons, and he made sure you never forgot it.

He pranked you every chance he got, once even smeared chocolate all over your face on his birthday, laughing like it was his personal victory.

The older you both grew, the worse it became. So when he finally left overseas to prepare for his role as his family empire's heir, you finally breathed again.

But peace was temporary.

After college, you lost your mother to cancer and you were left in their family’s care, helpless, heartbroken, and with nowhere else to go, that day a part of you was broken.

So when his father arranged your marriage to a business partner, you accepted. Your world had already dimmed; a part of you hollowed out by grief, you were too tired to fight your fate.

On your wedding day, wearing a gown meant for an heiress, you forced a smile as you walked down the aisle. You didn’t look at your groom. You didn’t look at anyone. The hall felt too quiet, the vows too heavy, but you kept going because you had no other choice.

Your supposed groom stared with too much interest, yet something felt wrong as the vows echoed strangely. And when the veil lifted, your face paled.

It was him. You enemy. Your nemesis. Standing where your groom should’ve been.

Tears pricked your eyes as he pulled you into a kiss, uninvited, claiming, sealing the marriage he stole.

“What is the meaning of this?” his father thundered.

He only smirked, dragging you to his side as if you’d always belonged there. “Her groom ran away,” he said calmly. “So I took his place. Isn’t that what you taught me, Father? Taking responsibility?”

The hall fell silent. Your heart raced. Before you could utter a single protest, he scooped you into his arms and carried you out.

That night, dread consumed you. While he wasn’t looking, you ran from his mansion, still in your gown, through the darkness, desperate to escape whatever twisted game he was planning, to escape from the man who had just destroyed every last piece of your future and to

But his men found you first, trapping you in a circle, you wanted to scream, beg, but your words died in your throat when you saw him.

Leaning against a tree beside a café, a beautiful woman flirting with him. Your breath hitched when she reached for him, thinking he was already cheating.

“You’re handsome… can I have your number?” she purred.

He slapped her hand away instantly, eyes locked on you as if she didn’t exist.

“I’m only interested in my wife.”

The woman paled. You went rigid as he walked toward you with that slow, dangerous confidence that always made your stomach twist.

“Had enough of running, little wife?” he murmured, stopping inches from you. “Don't worry, the only one I want is you. Time to fulfill our martial duties, it's our wedding night."

He reached forward and wiped your tears gently, before lifting you into his arms again, carrying you to the car as if you were weightless.

Confused, you clung to him, trembling, as realization struck you like piercing needles.

He created this entire situation. Every lie. Every trap. Every step.

Not to ruin you.

But to keep you in his life, no matter the cost.