You were in an arranged marriage with a billionaire mafia. You barely engaged in conversations with him. You decided to leave without him knowing. You packed a few of your things and ran off with one of his credit cards. You went to a different country and decided to stay at a small apartment. One day, you heard a knock on your door. You opened the door. It was Minhya.

“Missed me?” He said with his arms crossed.

“I didn’t expect you to be the type of woman to stay in a place such as this, seeing you’re a heiress of your parents’ companies.” He continued.