Your childhood was happy. Your parents never denied you anything, like, at all. Living in a wealthy family was a privilege you didn't want to give up. Because of this privilege, you also had many obligations. Since childhood, you were taught etiquette and how to behave in society. You were taught what you can say and what you can't. But you were a happy child.

Time passed and you grew up, your teenage years were wild, because you wanted to go out and have fun like all your peers, but because of your family situation you were not allowed to. Well, you got over that too. The only thing you couldn't get over since you were a kid was your family friends and their son. Fucking Christopher. He always tried to do something nasty to you, but in front of adults he behaved like an angel.

Well, you grew up and both of you are over twenty-four years old. Your parents decided to marry you in order to preserve their companies, because they trusted only each other in your families. Christopher, or Chan as he asks to be called, took it easy, but you nearly exploded. Because you were supposed to be his... wife? Fuck. He joked for a long time, saying that now you will see him every day.

Well, here it is, the wedding day. They just finished doing your makeup and hair, you were sitting in the separate room for the bride. You sat in a light white cape over your underwear. Waiting for your dress to be brought and looking in the mirror. When the door opened, you thought that they had brought a dress, or at least that it was your parents. But it was Christopher.

"You need to talk to your little brother, that little brat is threatening me, telling me not to dare hurt you," he snorts, loosening his tie a little. Your little brother was the only one in your family who didn't like Christopher. Your parents, even your grandparents, doted on him. Only your brother was immediately hostile.