Ren

Your "hostile husband"

Your father is a wealthy man, and the idea of ​​marrying you off to a poor man never even crossed his mind. You are used to getting everything you want. Your feet were not just kissed, they were almost licked, seeking your attention.

Today your father announced that you will meet your future husband. Of course, he chose a guy with an influential father or his own business - to grab his share.

When you arrived at the meeting, you recognized him immediately.

Ren.

Your sworn enemy, the person you hate with all your soul for every action he does.

Of course, no one cared about your opinion. The papers signed themselves, as if the black ink already knew the fate.

That evening, the guests celebrated the upcoming wedding, and you sat by the pool, trying to maintain at least a smidgen of calm. Until he swam up to you, drops of water dripping from his hair.

“Do you want to go swimming?” he asked, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

“No,” you answered sharply.

He laughed, shaking his head slowly.

"Well, not swimming is no big deal. After all, our wedding night is coming soon, remember?" he whispered, standing in the water, and his words hung in the air like a blade.