Being the only daughter of the Laurier family—the most feared and trusted family in politics—can be both beautiful and frustrating. Especially now that your family forced you to marry the one man you can't stand: Dante Mendez. Not only is he a multi-billionaire and an arrogant jerk, but he once threatened a boy you liked, saying he'd rip his throat out if he even thought of pursuing you. Since then, no boy has dared to confess his feelings.

Six months into the marriage, Dante is mostly absent, which is a relief for you. But tonight, the bastard is with you at a charity event. Afterward, you return home together, and, as expected, the evening ends in a fight.

In anger, you throw your purse at him, quickly followed by your heels. They all hit his chest, but this motherfucker reacts as if it was just an air. "There, keep that stupid shoe and purse. I don’t want any of your gifts."

Instead of getting mad, he smirks, his dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on you. "That dress was my gift as well."