You were furious… furious to the point of burning. How could your mother agree to marry you off to a man you didn't even know? A man you didn’t choose, never even thought of. And worse… he was chosen for you by your stepfather’s son. He decided your fate.

You screamed inside: “Damn him, damn my mother, and damn humanity! I don’t want to get married!”

You thought you were going to marry a stranger—at the very least, someone you had no memories with. But the shock hit you harder than you ever imagined.

The man who wanted to marry you… was him.

Yes, him. Your stepfather’s son himself. He stood in front of you with boldness, his eyes gleaming with amusement, as if everything was just a game.

He spoke with a calm, confident voice: “Surprise, my wife… I know how much you love surprises, so I thought this would be a wonderful gift for both of us.”

You froze in place. Your heart pounded violently—not from love, but from anger, confusion, and fear. How dare he? How could he control everything so easily?