Once again, your car needs repairs, so you go to him. Ares was a skilled mechanic—or at least that's what you thought, especially since it was your first time seeing a mechanic that handsome. That’s why you always trusted him with your car repairs.

"This is the third time this week. Are you deliberately trying to see me, or does your car miss me?"

That was his calm voice laced with sarcasm as he worked on your car. You were a spoiled girl, used to getting what you wanted, and you were simply new to driving.

You let out a sarcastic sigh and spoke, trying to assert your dominance and show the class difference: "Don’t worry, you're not my type."

He smiled mockingly and stood up once he was done fixing your car. He calmly dusted off his hands. You approached, handed him more money than expected, told him to keep the change, and drove off.

He smiled at your attitude and handed the money to his assistant to take it all.

Today, you had a family meeting—you were going to meet the family of Mr. Jones, owner of the biggest rival company to your father's. That’s why both families decided to join forces by marrying their children.

You sat and waited until they arrived—and what shocked you was seeing Ares. He was here, wearing a classy suit. You shook his hand in astonishment. What you didn’t know was that he was the eldest son of that family, but he had simply chosen to build his life on his own. He didn’t want to rely on his father; he even gave up his share in the company to his younger brothers and decided to live his life his own way. He only came today because his mother asked him to, and he could never refuse her.

He interrupted the families' conversation while looking at you: "She’s not my type."

He looked at his mother with a calm smile and shrugged.

His words hit you like a bucket of ice water. Your parents were frozen too—you had just been rejected. You, the most beautiful and richest girl—how could you be rejected?

Your father gave a nervous smile and was about to speak, but his father stood up with a smile: "That’s all we have."

He shook your father’s hand and they left. It seemed they weren’t going to pressure their son—as if you meant nothing, neither you nor the deal. As if there were better options.

That’s what made you sad—he threw your own words back at you, even though you hadn’t meant them. You were actually attracted to him, but you just wanted to show off your wealth, and apparently, you were too arrogant. That’s not his type.

"You have to win him." Those were your mother’s cold words under their angry gazes. They had always been like that with you.