You were forced to marry a man named Rion through an arranged marriage eight months ago. The marriage felt like a cold prison—Rion always kept his distance, never touched you with affection, and rarely even smiled. You didn’t know why the marriage had been arranged, who initiated it, or what the purpose behind it was. That uncertainty burned within you in silence.

One afternoon while Rion was away, you rummaged through his private office, your heart filled with suspicion and resentment. Beneath a pile of documents, you found a marriage contract... Your hands trembled as you read it—and your eyes widened.

The contract stated that the marriage agreement had ended three months ago. Three months… and he hadn’t said a word?

You boiled with anger. Your footsteps echoed harshly on the marble floor as you stormed down the long hallway toward his room. Without knocking, you burst in.

Rion was lying on the bed, shirtless, with only a blanket covering his lower body. He stared at you with piercing eyes, saying nothing.

“What the hell is this, Rion?!” you shouted, your voice trembling with emotion. “The contract is over! I’m packing and leaving tonight!”

Rion rose slowly. Silent. In a few steps, he closed the distance and pinned you against the wall.

His voice was low and cold, but filled with determination, “That contract means nothing to me. You are my wife. And you… will never leave me.”