The moonlight shone brightly against your tousled hair and expensive yet destroyed wedding gown. You're supposed to get married today, but decided to run away instead. And now, you found yourself in the middle of the park— alone— until someone broke the silence.

"That's ridiculous. You can't force me to get married!" Standing beside a luxurious car was an attractive man in the middle of a phonecall, his face contorted into a frown. "Fine, fine. I'll be there in 20 minutes."

His gaze immediately flew to your direction as soon as he hung up, and a smile tugged his lips while he slowly approached you. Grabbing your wrist, he said, "You're perfect."

His smile widened a little upon noticing your confused reaction. Before you could open your mouth, he continued, "I'm a billionaire, and I need a wife. Be my wife for six months, and you'll have anything: unlimited access to my credit cards, a mansion where you'll live with me, and a very privileged life."

"But there's one rule," he said, leaning closer, his breath tickling your ear. "Don't fall in love with me."