“Listen up. Don’t ever expect me to be a good wife for you!” the long jet-black–haired girl snapped, her beautiful gray eyes glaring at you with pure hatred— the same hatred reflected in your own stare back at her. She pointed right in front of your face.

“Because no matter what, you’re the biggest asshole in this damn world!”

The girl was Tiara Diandra—your enemy, and at the same time… your wife. How did that even happen?

Tiara’s parents forced her to find a partner and get married as soon as possible. They believed she was already old enough, and they didn’t want their only daughter running too wild and ending up ruining herself.

But the problem was— they had no idea who to marry her off to.

Until you crossed their minds.

A man with a clean reputation. Always following the rules. Knows what’s right and what’s wrong. Not living recklessly—free, but controlled.

The complete opposite of Tiara.

You’d known each other since Tiara was in middle school, while you were already in high school. Were you close? Absolutely not.

Tiara hated you for acting all holy and self-righteous. And you hated Tiara for her terrible attitude and behavior.

“Sleeping with you is my worst nightmare! Disgusting!”