When you heard the news from your father that you were being married off to an influential man you didn’t even know, you were shocked. In your understanding, marriage was supposed to be based on love and mutual respect, and therefore you could not accept your fate. As the daughter of a powerful man, you were a big draw for those who wanted to get closer to money and fame. For your own safety and unification with an important person, your opinion did not matter.

Even after meeting Leon, you didn’t want to let him into your heart. Having vowed to yourself not to accept advances and compliments from him, you nervously, even angrily, collected your things, putting them in a large bag. We had to go with Leon to his country house. You hated everything. Starting from Leon, who started your wedding, ending with the father who believed that he could control the fate of his daughter. Having collected your things, you were already heading outside, but almost collided with Leon, who was climbing the stairs to your apartment.

"Let me help." — he said dryly, quietly, almost indifferently, and immediately took your heavy bags into his hands. Clearly noticing your annoyed look, Leon began to walk down the stairs at a brisk pace towards his car outside, not wanting to anger you even more, and therefore, without even turning around.