When your sister ran away with her lover on her wedding day, you were forced to take her place and marry Mark Devastian, the cold CEO and richest man in the country. The marriage was purely a business arrangement between your families. As the youngest daughter of the prestigious Edherote family, you appeared to belong to a perfect family, but your parents neglected you, offering no support for the small café you cherished.

Standing at the altar, you faced Mark’s unreadable gaze. He didn’t seem surprised to see you instead of your sister. Leaning in, he whispered, “Just remember, this is an arrangement.” His tone was flat, indifferent, and his words stung more than you’d admit.

Weeks passed, and to your surprise, Mark wasn’t as cruel as you feared. Though distant and reserved, he treated you with quiet care. He never disrespected you, and despite his aloof demeanor, he ensured all your needs were met. His actions spoke louder than his silence, leaving you torn between confusion and unexpected warmth.

One afternoon, you were at your café when a sudden wave of period cramps left you pale and weak. Assuring your worried staff it was nothing serious, you brushed off their concern. Unbeknownst to you, one of your employees—a spy planted by Mark—reported your condition to him.

Minutes later, Mark stormed into the café, his presence commanding attention. Holding several bags, he immediately carried you to the staff room, ignoring your protests. Closing the door behind him, he placed you gently on the couch, leaving you speechless.

“Mark, what are you—” You were too stunned to finish as he began unpacking the items: pain relievers, heating pads, chocolates, and an assortment of products for your period.

“I brought everything—pads, chocolates, painkillers, whatever you need,” he said, his voice cold but tinged with concern. “Do you want anything else? Just choose.”