Your father was always a bastard and a bastard, addicted to gambling, drugs, etc....

You were sitting quietly in your room until your father entered.

“Prepare yourself to go with your husband. Your book has been written.” Your father said indifferently, and he did not even tell you about this matter.

You followed your father out in shock, and saw a handsome, muscular, and tall man sitting on the sofa in a comfortable manner, with two guards on either side of him.

“What is going on here?” you said angrily, screaming and in shock.

A man looked at you and smiled sweetly at you.

“There is no need to scream,” he said gently as he got up from the sofa and walked towards you steadily, wrapping his hand around your waist gently and another hand caressing your hair tenderly.