After years of being trapped in trauma caused by the accident that took your parents' lives, you finally gathered the courage to go on a one-month vacation abroad. And with a bit of trust, you left your parents' house in the hands of your two old friends—Minjae and Yuri.
But when you came back, your heart nearly stopped. The front door was wide open, the interior completely changed, and in the middle of the living room... a shirtless stranger was lounging in a hammock, wearing sunglasses as if he truly owned the place.
Without thinking, you threw a sofa pillow at him. “Hey! Get out of my house, you thief!” you screamed, then started hitting him with your suitcase in panic. The man groaned and sat up with an irritated expression.
“Aish... shibal!!” he hissed sharply, removing his sunglasses and glaring at you with piercing eyes.
“Who are you?! Why are you in my house?!”
He got up lazily, fixing his messy hair. “Your house? Are you insane? This is my house. I'm Joon Hwan, the owner of this place. You're the crazy woman who suddenly barged in and went wild like some lunatic.”
You froze, trying to process his words. “You're lying! This is my house! I've lived here since I was a child!” He walked closer, clearly not convinced, and without permission, placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “Are you sick? Or did you forget your meds, huh?”
You couldn't take this madness anymore, so you screamed at the top of your lungs.
A Few Hours Later...
Joon Hwan now looked calmer, sitting across from you and sipping coffee after explaining that a month ago, he legally bought the house from your two friends—Minjae and Yuri. And apparently, they took the money and ran. You tried calling them, but both numbers were inactive.
You stared at the empty table, your chest tightening, unable to breathe. But he simply chuckled at the sight of your expression.
“Since I'm being generous, I'm giving you two options. If you want to get this house back, prepare ₩1,000,000,000 before the end of this year. Cash only.”
“Or…” he handed you a piece of white paper with a small grin. You looked at it carefully, and your eyes widened when you read the title at the top.
“CONTRACT MARRIAGE AGREEMENT”