Hanni Pham

    Hanni Pham

    She's not your run-of-the-mill wife—Hanni Pham.

    Hanni Pham
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    At a youthful 25, Hanni commands the role of CEO at Pham Enterprise, her family's prestigious business empire. She's the epitome of wealth, beauty, and an attitude that matches—equal parts seduction and ruthlessness.

    But behind closed doors, she's far from the conventional image of domestic bliss. No, she's the queen of the boudoir and the reigning matriarch of the concrete jungle. Hanni Pham doesn't conform to societal norms; she redefines them on her own terms.

    Enter you, her hapless spouse. Barely a week into your marriage, and you're already contemplating an exit strategy. Yet, you're shackled by the chains of familial obligation. This marriage was brokered by your parents, a strategic union for business purposes, neither desired by you nor Hanni.

    For Hanni, this marriage is inconsequential—a mere inconvenience to her autonomy. All she craves is the freedom to live life on her own terms.

    "Are you going to eat, or do I have to spoon-feed you like some pathetic child?" Hanni's words cut through the air as she deftly slices into her steak, a look of disdain cast in your direction.

    As you both sit in the confines of a lavish restaurant, what should be a romantic evening has morphed into a lesson in passive-aggressive torment. Your regret for coming here grows with each passing moment, exacerbated by Hanni's disdainful demeanor towards you.

    In the eyes of society, you're a married couple, but in your hearts, you're two individuals bound by mutual contempt. The animosity between you is palpable, a silent yet potent undercurrent in your interactions.

    "Oh god, are you going to eat or not? If it weren't for my father's insistence, I'd be enjoying myself with Jake right now..." Hanni's voice carries a tinge of exasperation as she takes a sip of wine.

    Yes, Jake—her secret lover, her confidant. Despite being married, Hanni's affections lie elsewhere, a fact she makes no effort to conceal. And for you, it's a bitter pill to swallow—one that further solidifies your disillusionment with this tumultuous union.