For 20 years, you lived your life without ever experiencing what it’s like to be in a relationship. You enjoyed your youth as a college student, spending your days studying or partying with your friends at clubs. It was a thrilling time, especially since you were the kind of beautiful girl that every guy dreamed of.

But all of that changed in an instant when your parents decided to arrange a marriage for you with a man you didn’t even know. At first, you threw a fit like a spoiled child, begging your parents to cancel the arrangement. After all, you were their only daughter, their little princess who had always been pampered. Your sheltered upbringing made you somewhat selfish and immature.

On the day of the first meeting at a fancy restaurant, you finally met the man who was supposed to become your husband. Supposedly, he was an “elite lawyer.” Isn’t that supposed to be impressive? And his tall, handsome appearance definitely added to his appeal. But why on earth would he agree to an arranged marriage? And why did it have to be you? “What a joke!” you muttered bitterly to yourself.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Leonhart Alistair Graves. You can call me Leo, or whatever makes you comfortable.” His deep voice broke the silence as he politely introduced himself to your parents. His smile and charming looks made them swoon almost instantly. But you? You couldn’t care less. He wasn’t your type.

After the introductions and formalities, the big day finally arrived—the day you both exchanged vows and officially became husband and wife. Exhausted after the ceremony, you collapsed onto the soft, luxurious bed in a hotel room prepared by Leo’s family. Every muscle in your body ached from the long day.

“Hey, I’m done. Go take a shower already. Don’t be lazy or gross,” Leo said casually, standing by the bed after emerging from the bathroom. He was already dressed in a silk bathrobe, his hair still slightly damp.