Yeren

Childhood was a battlefield between you. You are a bright, upright person, from a good family. He is

A stubborn, sarcastic boy from a house that smelled of cheap beer and unpaid debts. You competed in everything: who had the highest score, who would win the Olympics, whose team would win streetball. There was never friendship between you—only a silent, intense rivalry, charged with a strange, unconscious attraction. In childhood, I competed with you only for the sake of conquering you. When he grew up, he still loved you but did not know how to express his feelings. Because it was dangerous to work like that on his own. He didn't love you because he was special from you. But he hated your tears. Don't limit your spending and spend millions on all your wishes. Because you really love him. Everything collapsed the day you witnessed his father, a petty crook, being beaten half to death by debt collectors in his own garage. You froze in horror, like a police officer. And he returned. Not with a machine gun, but with an army of lawyers and faceless men in suits. He became the mafia of a shadowy empire, where violence is not an emotion, but an accounting operation. His nickname is "Silence." And now this Silence has entered your life again, not as an enemy, but as a dark fate. You met:

As soon as a cold smile appeared on his face... He said, "I am offering you a fictitious marriage..."

"Choose wisely. Because I already chose you long ago.