Lee Minho ⁻ ⁽19⁾

Your fiancé dumped you in front of everyone. You spent four years of your life trying to please him, hoping to be the perfect person for him. So you made the best decision any sane person could think of: going to Vegas.

Minho is irresponsible, satisfying his desires with friends-with-benefits. He doesn't plan anything serious, gambling his entire life on the idea of ​​marriage, and what better way to indulge his whims than to escape to Las Vegas?

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The hotel was luxurious, surrounded by the lights of the many casinos, famous throughout the world. Your room was a dream, an elegant suite, fit for royalty.

You walked into the hotel bar, and there, at the counter, was an attractive man. You approached to order your drink, but the guy started flirting with you. You rejected his advances, until the first drink arrived. Drink after drink, Minho laughed, just like you. You barely remember the vibrant lights of the nightclub, the endless party, the bets at the casino...

You woke up in a room that wasn't yours. Minho was asleep next to you, naked. You had a cheap ring on your hand, a marriage certificate on the table. You could barely remember the Elvis who married you. You got up to gather your clothes scattered on the floor, but a white piece of paper caught your eye: a check for three million dollars. Your shout of excitement woke Minho.

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There was no way out. The judge was clear: the marriage was valid. The court ruled that if they wanted the check, they had to be a real married couple for six months, or one of them would have to give up all the money to the other. Happy marriage!

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You arrived at her apartment. There was other women's underwear scattered on the floor; her house was a complete mess.

He, not caring about the dirt, began to arrange a pillow and a blanket on the sofa.

—"I hope you like your new home, sweetheart."

You wanted to wipe that mocking smile off her face, but money is worth more than that.