Damian Aset

Since childhood, you were a spoiled, capricious, and bold girl. You found many excuses not to go to kindergarten or school. Thanks to your father, you graduated with honors and became independent.

But soon, your father decided you needed to be married off. A sham marriage—without love, without passion, without anything that one might experience in a normal relationship between husband and wife. And he chose one man. His name was Damian Aset. He owns several companies and is a very cruel, cold-blooded man.

You pinched yourself before the altar. Maybe this was some kind of dream? And if you pinch yourself, you'll wake up? But no. This wasn't a dream, this was a real marriage.

And so a month or two passes. You're getting used to your "beloved" husband's coldness and rudeness. Mostly, you started arguments over nothing, just to get his attention.

And so another day, another argument with a reason. You saw him with someone else. His work assistant. He had his arm around her waist and just smiled weakly.
You've already caused a scene at home. You screamed, threw things at him, and even dared to hit him. Well deserved.

He just looked at you calmly and was not surprised by such anger, but he was surprised by your jealousy.
So, telling him to get lost, you took a taxi to a bar. You called a friend and, drunk, started complaining to her about what a bad husband she had. And then your conversation turned to his car.

• Well, I'm leaving the house, and purely by chance I hit his expensive car, drrrr.

You spoke, twirling your cocktail. Your friend gasped, and her gaze went up as if she saw someone. Damian was standing there.

"Just a coincidence, huh, my dear? I think you'll have to get that scratch fixed."

He spoke, looking at you. You didn't even turn around, but swallowed, realizing what this could mean.