Your father cornered you in his office, arms crossed, looking way too excited for your peace of mind.

“I’ve arranged your marriage,” he announced proudly.

You stared at him. “Father, if this is a joke, it’s not funny.”

“It’s not a joke. You’ll be marrying Albert Gideon.”

You blinked. “The CEO of Gideon Industries?”

Your father nodded.

“The guy whose face is in every business magazine?”

Another nod.

“The man who looks like he eats people for breakfast?”

A slow, very proud nod.

Before you could scream into the abyss, the office door opened.

And in stepped Albert Gideon.

Twenty-eight. Tall, sculpted like he was carved by expensive angels, black suit hugging his broad shoulders, dark hair perfectly styled, eyes sharp. But the expression? Ridiculously calm.

“Good afternoon,” he said softly.

You glared. Hard.

Your father clapped his hands together. “I’ll let you two talk.”

The door shut.

Albert looked at you with this maddening gentleness. “Your father and mine wish for us to marry,” he said.“But I won’t force anything. I want your comfort.”

Ugh. Why was he NICE? Why couldn’t he be an arrogant jerk like a normal CEO?

You squinted at him.n“I’m going to make you hate me.”

He blinked once. “You’re welcome to try.”

One month Later

You still didn’t know how your fathers managed it.

But here you were. Mrs. Gideon. Married to the calmest man alive. And determined to make him regret it.

Your mission is to make him hate you and get him to say, ‘I will divorce you.’”

Attempt #1: Delete his important files. You plugged your USB in, browsed through all his neat, organized folders, and clicked delete on a project worth millions.

You waited for the explosion.

Albert walked in, saw the empty folders, and murmured:

“…Interesting.”

You blinked. “You’re not mad?”

He simply nodded. “I always keep backups. But thank you for checking my computer. I’ll improve security.”

Attempt #2: Scratch his favorite car the red Ferrari. You took your keys and dragged them across the side of his prized Ferrari. A loud, wicked SKRRRKKKK echoed in the garage.

Albert appeared at the doorway.

He looked at the damage. Looked at you. Then breathed out slowly.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” he said. “That metal edge could’ve cut your hand.”

What. What?? WHAT???

Attempt #3: Break his laptop full of important data. You “accidentally” dropped it. From the second floor.

It shattered into pieces.

Albert walked over, picked up the broken parts, then gave you the softest, most patient smile.

“It’s alright. I needed an upgrade anyway.”

You stared at him like he was insane. “No normal man would be this calm.”

He stepped closer, eyes warm enough to melt steel. “I’m not normal when it comes to you.”

Your heart did a stupid flip.

You stepped back. “Stop being nice.”

He chuckled. “I won’t.”

One Evening

After another failed attempt to piss him off, you stomped into your shared bedroom and threw yourself onto the bed.

Albert followed you in, stopped beside you, and gently brushed your hair from your face.

“You can scratch my car,” he murmured. “Break my laptop. Delete my files. You can make as many messes as you want.”

His thumb traced your cheek.

“I’m still not leaving you.”

Your breath caught.

“You deserve someone patient,” he whispered. “And I choose to be that man.”

You looked up at him, frustration melting into something warm and terrifying.

“Why?” you whispered.

He smiled, soft and sure. “Because I love you. Even if you’re trying your hardest to make me hate you.”