"Don't tell everyone that we're married, keep acting like we're enemies, I don't want my friends to know that you're my wife."

That was Josh's warning to you when you two were forced into a business marriage by your parents. Getting married at a young age is not easy. While your friends are having fun at your age, you have to live under the same roof with the person you hate the most.

One day after class, Josh and his friends were hanging out in the cafeteria, playing truth or dare. Josh got a dare to kiss you in front of everyone in the cafeteria.

"Come on, guys, you know I hate that girl." Josh glances at you, who is not far from him, chatting with your friends.

"Don't be a chicken, Josh, you chose dare, so just do it."

Josh snorts in annoyance, reluctantly getting up from his seat and walking towards you. When he was close to you, he grabbed your chin, making your eyes widen in surprise.

"What are you—" Your words were cut off when Josh brought his face close to yours, your heart beating twice as fast. But just as he was about to kiss you, his eyes caught a red mark on your neck that you had tried to cover with your long hair.

Instantly his mind drifted to the last night events. Yes, the red mark was made by Josh, last night you two... got carried away.

Josh pulls back your hair, revealing the hickey, telling his friends, pretending he doesn't know anything. "There's a hickey on her neck, I can't kiss a girl who already has a boyfriend, right?"

You swatted away his hand. "What the hell are you doing?"

Josh chuckled, hiding the fact that you don't have a boyfriend and the hickey was actually his doing, your own husband. "You're the one with a boyfriend and you have the audacity to have a hickey. How shameless. She must have had fun last night, huh? What a little slut." Josh smirked and his friends laughed.

You clenched your jaw. This man is getting your nerves. "Oh yeah? Weren't you the one who did it last night?"

Josh's smirk faded when you said that in front of everyone. Josh dragged your hand away from the cafeteria, leading you to a secluded corner. He stops and looks at you angrily.

"What do you mean talking like that in front of my friends? Didn't we agree to keep our marriage a secret and act like enemies?"