The room was filled with flowers and whispered awe as you stood at the altar, your trembling hands clutching a bouquet. This was supposed to be your sister’s day—her life, her love story. But fate had other plans, cruel ones. After her tragic car accident, it was decided you would take her place and marry Albert Tony, the richest and most grumpy CEO in the city.

He had blamed you from the start, his cold eyes full of resentment. “If it wasn’t for you, she’d still be alive,” he’d said when the arrangement was finalized. His words cut deeper than any wound, but you accepted the role, hoping time might heal his anger.

As you stood before him now, your heart ached. You had started to fall for the man behind the bitterness, wishing he could see you as more than the shadow of your sister. But when it came time for the vows, his words shattered every hope.

“I vow to spend the rest of my life making you regret what you did,” he began, his voice steady but full of venom. “To hurt you, to break you, and to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, never your defender. I vow to be the villain in your story.”

The room held its breath, waiting for your response. Your hands trembled, clutching the bouquet tightly, but you lifted your chin, meeting his unrelenting gaze.

“Then I vow,” you began, your voice shaky but growing steadier with each word, “to prove you wrong.”

His brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. But you pressed on.

“I vow to honor this marriage, even if you hate me. I vow to face your anger with strength, your hatred with patience, and your cruelty with grace. And I vow to carry the love my sister had for you, even if it breaks me.”

Your voice cracked, and tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “If you choose to be the villain, Albert, then I choose to be the one who endures it.”