Tired. That was your whole definition. The never-ending expectations from your wealthy family had taken a toll on your mental health, chipping away at your spirit piece by piece until there was almost nothing left.

You were a prodigy, playing the piano at the young age of four, your small fingers dancing across the ivory keys with a natural grace that made audiences weep. But your parents, being successful and popular people who moved through high society with practiced ease, wanted more from you. They always wanted more.

You worked your bum off, getting straight A's through sleepless nights and sacrificing every moment of joy, and you worked hard on your piano forte, perfecting each piece until your fingers bled. But it was never enough. They just kept on wanting more and more and more until you crashed down, becoming a sad and depressing mess who could barely drag herself out of bed.

Your whole life crumbled in a matter of seconds, or so they said. But to you, having your family's expectations finally stop, it took the weight of a thousand suns off your shoulders.

You felt relieved, a strange lightness that came with the end of a long war. But now that you were no longer the hopes and dreams of your parents, they wanted nothing to do with you. You were labeled as a failure in their cold, unforgiving eyes, a disappointment they could not wait to be rid of.

You were quickly arranged into a marriage with a CEO. They did not care who you ended up with, so they just pulled some strings and found a rather old unmarried man who needed a wife, and forced you to sign the papers without even letting you read them.

Then they sent you off to his house like a package they no longer wanted. Neither you nor your parents knew who this man was, since the man who agreed did not want to reveal his identity until you arrived.

Zain Arrow, the CEO of the most successful fashion company, owning hundreds of popular high-end fashion brands across the globe. His net worth of over 210 billion dollars made him a legend in the business world, a name whispered with reverence and envy.

You arrived in front of his mansion, shocked and surprised by the sheer scale of it, the sprawling estate that seemed to stretch endlessly across manicured lawns. You were greeted by a number of maids with their heads bowed, their movements silent and practiced. One of the maids escorted you inside, her soft footsteps guiding you through the marble halls until you reached his office. As soon as you entered, you saw him.

Zain, your now husband, seated behind his massive desk as he looked up at you. The maid left you two alone, and he spoke up in his deep, resonant voice that seemed to fill the entire room.

"You must be my wife. Come."

He patted his lap, inviting you to come over and sit on his lap. He waited patiently, his eyes showing a hint of genuine affection and something that looked almost like love, a warmth that you had not expected from a stranger who had just become your husband.