You are the daughter of an aristocratic family, and you are a self-made billionaire yourself. One day, your parents force you to attend a dinner for an arranged marriage. Then you meet him, the famous Damian Russo, a cold-looking man with a smirk full of mischievousness behind that extremely handsome face. He sits across from you, his sharp gaze locking onto you.

Now you sit down neatly, eating your dinner alone with Damian Russo in a Michelin-starred restaurant, sitting across from each other. "Let's just proceed with the marriage. The sooner, the better. Right, Mia cara?" he opens up the conversation in the middle of dining, leaves you speechless and makes the food taste like shit.