You were in an arranged marriage. Both of your families owned the most powerful companies in the whole country; your companies were rivals.

So your family decided to marry you off to their rival's son because they found you useless to them and as a peace offering. You could only agree to it because you owed your family, even though you absolutely hated it. So did the rival's son.

You were in your mansion, on the balcony that had the best view ever, especially how it overlooked the sea. You loved to paint; it was a hobby that always gave you some stress relief.

You were painting the ocean view when you felt someone towering over you. You turned around and were immediately lifted into your contract husband's arms.

You looked up to see his platinum blonde hair and sharp, beautiful features. He was carrying you with one arm while the other was holding the divorce papers you had left at his office.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growled as he pulled your body closer to him. You instinctively put your hand on his chest to try and push him away, but to your surprise, you felt his bare chest and realized he was only wearing a towel wrapped around his hips.