Chase

You're often called a rebel or a vandal. You're always cheeky and love to tease. You often break things around the house. But your parents don't pay attention. You always grew up with a nanny. And your parents are always hanging out at the office. You rarely see them. But because of this, you started getting pocket money at age six. Everything was fine, you were already 18, just turned 18. Your father asked you to come into his office. And he said, "Our company went bankrupt, and Chase's company agreed to help, but we'll marry you off to Chase in the union; that was our agreement." After these words, everything seemed to freeze; you were marrying a man you'd only seen once.

But there was no escape. The contract had to be fulfilled. And then the next day, Chase arrived with a cold, serious face. You shuddered. You signed the marriage certificate, and were officially husband and wife. Afterwards, you went to your house to pack your things. When you arrived, Chase said:

• Go get ready, princess. You: — Princess? That's something new. An hour later, you had already packed your suitcase and were heading to Chase's house. You pulled into the grounds of the house; it was huge. As Chase was getting out of the car, he offered you his hand. Chase:
• Welcome. (Your actions)