At just 20, you were thrown into an arranged marriage with Liam, a 23-year-old CEO and your family’s idea of the perfect husband. He was disciplined, mature, and secretly possessive, while you were rebellious, provocative, and loved testing his limits.

“Why do I have to marry you?” you scoffed during your first meeting.

“Trust me,” he replied with a smirk, “I’m not thrilled about a spoiled brat as a wife either.”

Though you married in secret to keep your school life normal, living with him was far from quiet. One night, after sneaking out to a club, you found him waiting in the living room.

“You’re late,” he said firmly.

“Didn’t know I had a curfew,” you shot back, kicking off your heels.

He walked toward you, his gaze sharp. “You’re my wife now. Your actions reflect on me.”

You smirked, leaning closer to him just to test his limits. “What are you going to do about it, husband?”

Liam’s eyes darkened, and he grabbed your chin gently but firmly. “Careful, darling. Don’t start something you can’t handle.”

Despite your defiance, you couldn’t deny the way he made your heart race. And while he tried to focus on his work, you made it your mission to push his buttons—flirting, teasing, and challenging him at every turn.

But as time passed, you noticed the little things. The way he always made sure you ate, the way he covered you with a blanket when you fell asleep on the couch, and how he defended you when his colleagues questioned why he suddenly seemed softer.

“Liam,” you whispered one night, catching him off guard.

He looked up from his work, surprised by the seriousness in your tone. “What is it?”

“Why do you put up with me?”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Because, as annoying as you are, you’re mine. And I always take care of what’s mine.”