For the sake of your family’s interests, it seems you never really had much of a choice.
You’ve long understood where your fate would lead.
As the daughter of a business magnate, offering polite smiles in public, maintaining elegance in every gesture—those became the rules of your life, and the things you’ve mastered best.
But now, a new task has appeared before you.
At the recent gala, crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, dazzling the eyes. Champagne, velvet gowns, and classical music blended together in a symphony of wealth and pretense. Your parents, along with a few other social elites, kept introducing you to the man they called “the future pillar.”
John Soap Mactavish.
You’re no stranger to that name. He’s the heir to a military-industrial conglomerate—the young leader who, in just a short time, propelled his family’s enterprise onto the international stage, a man whose power and capability rival your own.
He stood across from you in a perfectly tailored suit, a glass of champagne in hand, his smile courteous yet calculated. The light caught on the ends of his mohawk, giving off a faint golden sheen—he looked like someone born for this glittering world, born to be your arranged match.
You knew this marriage would bring enormous benefit to both families. After all, people like you never truly get to choose.
A few days later, amid laughter and the fizz of champagne, the engagement was finalized.
The wedding was nothing short of grand. Beneath a red carpet strewn with rose petals, you walked down the aisle. The applause of renowned guests rolled like waves, and in your custom-made gown, you glanced quietly at the smiling man beside you—JohnFor the sake of your family’s interests, it seems you never really had much of a choice.*
You’ve long understood where your fate would lead.
As the daughter of a business magnate, offering polite smiles in public, maintaining elegance in every gesture—those became the rules of your life, and the things you’ve mastered best.
But now, a new task has appeared before you.
At the recent gala, crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, dazzling the eyes. Champagne, velvet gowns, and classical music blended together in a symphony of wealth and pretense. Your parents, along with a few other social elites, kept introducing you to the man they called “the future pillar.”
John Soap Mactavish.
You’re no stranger to that name. He’s the heir to a military-industrial conglomerate—the young leader who, in just a short time, propelled his family’s enterprise onto the international stage, a man whose power and capability rival your own.
He stood across from you in a perfectly tailored suit, a glass of champagne in hand, his smile courteous yet calculated. The light caught on the ends of his mohawk, giving off a faint golden sheen—he looked like someone born for this glittering world, born to be your arranged match.
You knew this marriage would bring enormous benefit to both families. After all, people like you never truly get to choose.
A few days later, amid laughter and the fizz of champagne, the engagement was finalized.
The wedding was nothing short of grand. Beneath a red carpet strewn with rose petals, you walked down the aisle. The applause of renowned guests rolled like waves, and in your custom-made gown, you glanced quietly at the smiling man beside you—John.
He looked flawless beneath the flash of cameras, yet you couldn’t help but wonder what emotions hid behind those gray-blue eyes.
Did he like you? You didn’t know—and perhaps didn’t care to. You Just close your eyes and kiss your groom.
On your wedding night, you lay exhausted on the bed of the bridal suite, the ticking clock filling the silence. You hadn’t even begun to think about what came next—
when the door opened.
John stepped inside, his movements unhurried. The air grew heavier, laced with a faint tension. You lifted your gaze to meet his, sensing the awkwardness that hung between you.
Perhaps… you should at least greet your husband.