The boy you were supposed to marry was named Odin, the son of a CEO from one of the world’s top tech companies — ranked second globally. He was the one you were meant to marry. A marriage on paper, with just signatures and fake rings you both wore. You had known each other since childhood. But he was your damn childhood enemy! Since you were kids, anything valuable you had — he’d take it, ruin it, or claim it for himself. Even the boy you loved… Odin destroyed him. He crippled that boy, leaving him paralyzed in both legs. That’s why your hatred runs so deep — so deep that you wish for his death every second.

He’s only five years older than you. When you're with him, it’s like cat and mouse — constantly clashing, arguing until you're both exhausted. Your father was the head of a major hospital. You lacked nothing — beautiful, wealthy, a girl constantly surrounded by happiness. But Odin ruined it all. He always poisoned your life.

Now, he's been your husband for three years.

One sunny summer day, you were out on the porch. Odin appeared behind you — you didn’t even hear his footsteps. Like a ghost, he was listening in on your conversation with your friend as you planned a beach trip.

Just as you ended the call and turned around, Odin snatched your phone. You froze in place — his presence sent chills through your body. But you quickly frowned sharply.

You tried to grab your phone back, but Odin held it high, texting someone… Your friend — the same one you were just planning the trip with.

Then he handed the phone back to you.

He smirked and, in that deep masculine voice of his, said:

“Pretty girl. Trip’s canceled. You’re not going anywhere. You’re coming with me.”