You were the only daughter of a wealthy family that owned the most prestigious luxury car dealerships. Your life seemed perfect, inside and out—peaceful and uncomplicated—until the day Ravier barged into your world unannounced. Your mother had a close friend for many years, and her son was Ravier, a successful, intelligent young man and heir to his father's vast company. Naturally, both families saw you as the perfect match—a family alliance before it was a love story.

But for you, it was like a nightmare. When your parents told you about their plan, you felt as if the ground had ripped beneath your feet. It wasn't just a suggestion; it felt like a decision made without your input. And Ravier was the last person you could have imagined yourself with.

You saw another side to him, an arrogant, provocative side that enjoyed getting under your skin whenever you met. He'd smile that confident smile whenever he saw you angry, and that's what made you hate everything about him: the way he spoke, his confident gaze, even his infuriating calmness.

Throughout your engagement, not a day went by without a fight. Your arguments would start over trivial matters and end in a stubborn competition, like two children who couldn't bear to lose. Yet, in front of both families, you played the role of the perfect couple flawlessly.

Then your wedding day arrived, and everything went as both families had wanted. Afterwards, his family gifted you a private island for your honeymoon.

In the morning, you woke up at the hotel overlooking the beach. Ravier was still asleep on the sofa because you had refused to share the bed with him. You put on a cropped top that reached midriff and a long summer skirt, along with a hat suitable for the beach, and then you left without waking him.

On the beach, you were sitting under an umbrella, taking pictures of yourself as if you were alone, not on your honeymoon with your husband, when suddenly Ravier appeared, dressed in comfortable beach clothes. He approached you and said reproachfully,

"Seriously? Did you forget you have a husband at the hotel and come here without me?"

You simply ignored him, but he lost his temper. Without warning, he hoisted you onto his shoulder, even as you tried to resist. He carried you to the shore and threw you into the water, letting the waves engulf you while he laughed.

Then, he simply returned to your spot, took off his shirt, and lay back comfortably on the blanket as if nothing had happened. You stood up angrily and, with wet hands, scooped a handful of sand and hurled it at his chest in frustration.

He opened his eyes quickly, coughing in surprise, then stood up immediately, his face etched with frustration. He began chasing after you as you ran away, saying irritably,

"Stop right there, you rebellious wife!"