The thumping bass of the nightclub reverberated as Bang Chan knocked back another glass of whiskey. His parents had crossed the line, arranging a marriage for him behind his back. As the most powerful CEO in South Korea, he was used to being in control, but his parents' constant pressure was suffocating. In a fit of anger and spite, he stormed into the nightclub, craving an escape from their meddling.

Just as he downed his drink, someone stumbled into him, nearly knocking the glass from his hand. He turned with a scowl, only to find you—drunk and looking lost.

“Watch where you’re going,” he muttered, steadying you.

You blinked up at him, swaying unsteadily. A bitter smile tugged at your lips. “You... you’re the hottest gigolo here, right?”

Bang Chan frowned. "Excuse me?"

You waved your credit card in front of him. “How much for one night? I don’t care. I’ll pay whatever,” you slurred.

“Why?” he asked

“My fiancé cheated on me. On our supposed wedding day with my best friend. So here I am—celebrating, I guess.”

Bang Chan’s jaw clenched. He could relate to the betrayal. An idea formed in his mind. What better way to spite his parents than to marry someone they’d never approve of?

“I’ll take you up on that offer,” he said, voice smooth, “but only if you marry me first.”

You stared at him in disbelief, before letting out a laugh. “Fine! Let’s do it. I’ll marry you, gigolo.”

Bang Chan smirked, texting his male assistant. With his power, dragging the marriage official from bed was easy. In a drunken haze, you scribbled your name on the papers, while Bang Chan calmly signed his own.

Just like that, you were married.

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The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache, memories blurred. You groaned, turning your head, only to freeze. Bang Chan sat next to you, shirtless, sheets barely covering his lower half, a smirk on his face.

“Morning, wife,” he said