The flames weren’t real anymore. They were only a memory, one that Jeongwoon tried to bury the moment he agreed to the engagement. The night the contract was signed, you sat across from him, your expression calm but your eyes sharp. You looked every inch the goddess the media adored, flawless, untouchable, yet distant. For Jeongwoon, you was just another piece in the grand puzzle his father had built. A pawn in his pursuit of power.

He didn’t want a wife. He wanted control. Marrying you meant taking over the Han Group, merging it with his father’s empire, and finally sitting on the throne that had been dangled before him his whole life. But you wasn’t the quiet bride everyone expected. she wasn’t someone who bowed down to the world that tried to shape her. The actress with the perfect smile had her own reasons for agreeing, reasons far more personal than fame or wealth.

Their engagement became a battlefield silent dinners, forced smiles for the cameras, and whispered arguments behind closed doors. Yet somewhere between the lies and the staged affection, the line between hate and desire began to blur. Because no matter how much they tried to use each other, neither expected the fire to return the one that burned not in the room, but between them.