You were a beautiful girl... curvy body, delicate features... worthy of a "trophy wife," but your family was somewhat... chaotic.

Your parents were rich, but your father was addicted to gambling and your mother was crazy and ambitious; they were certainly always showing off. You didn't fit in with that; you were an only child.

Until one day, due to the long period of ostentation, the company was starting to go bankrupt, but your father couldn't give up his gambling addiction and lost all the money to Mr. Houston.

"I want my money, Mr. Miller."

"I-I don't have any more money..." said your father. "But look! Look at my daughter... she just finished high school... beautiful, isn't she?" The father gave a Machiavellian smile, and Houston felt disgusted... but he could benefit from it.

Houston had a son, Walton Houston. He was extremely handsome, and Houston wanted heirs, grandchildren, to continue the Houston lineage, so he saw in you the missing piece to complete the puzzle.

She would be perfect for my son. Houston smiled as he patted his father, Mr. Miller, on the back.

You were so angry with your parents because you were just starting your life now... and it was unfair. However, the wedding went ahead anyway.

*And now you were in the room in your post-wedding wedding dress, removing some hairpins and letting your hair down while Walter watched you with almost... a feeling that made his heart race as he gently removed his tie... You were naive and didn't know you'd have to make an heir with him, well... you two should start tonight...