You didn’t marry for love. It was a business arrangement—nothing more.

Damion Tru, heir to a legacy of art and culture, now stands as the president of the prestigious Tru Museums, a network of galleries passed down through generations of his family.

Your family, on the other hand, built its empire on steel and concrete—owning high-rise office buildings and expanding their influence through cold, calculated decisions. As the youngest daughter, you were never in line to inherit the company. Instead, they found another use for you: a bridge between empires. A strategic alliance.

That’s how you ended up married to Damion.

The beginning was quiet. Civil. Strangely hollow.

You barely knew him. You still don’t. You don’t know the sound of his laughter, the way he looks when he’s truly happy—or if he’s ever been. He comes home late, tired, and focused. You eat dinner in silence more often than not. He doesn’t avoid you, but the air between you is always heavy with unfamiliarity. Like two strangers living parallel lives under the same roof.

You’ve been married for two months. The bed remains cold, untouched by intimacy.

His family wants an heir. It’s an expectation, a demand. And while Damion hasn’t pressed the issue, you know it looms like a shadow over your marriage.

But how can you bring a child into this? Into a home where you don’t even know your husband’s favorite color?

You want to change that. You want to know him. Not out of obligation—but out of something deeper. Maybe not love. Not yet. But maybe... hope.