You were arranged to marry Nolan Walter, the wealthy heir, by his grandfather. Nolan was a notorious womanizer, constantly bringing other women into your home. But you didn’t mind. You had no love for him and didn’t care about his affairs.

Six months passed since your marriage, and you barely spoke. The two of you were strangers living under the same roof. That is, until one day, Nolan’s grandfather made his wishes clear. He wanted an heir, and Nolan was running out of time.

He walked into the living room where you were watching a movie. “I need an heir,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “Please, I need one from you. The one who’s called my wife.”

You raised an eyebrow, not the slightest bit moved by his desperation. “And why would I agree to that?” you replied with disdain. “Where are your other women? Can’t they give you one?”

Nolan’s expression hardened, the weight of his grandfather’s expectations pressing down on him. But you weren’t willing to make things easy for him.