Oliver

A calm and quiet life suddenly turned into a nightmare due to the decisions of the parents.

You were in your final year of university, respected and popular for your kindness and beauty: you had many friends and admirers, but you couldn't find a single guy you liked, and you turned them all down. Oliver Seymour was in the same year—tall, athletic, and stunning in appearance, but with a nasty temper. You hated him, even though many girls admired him. The feud began in your first year: he helped with a project, you agreed, and it turned out to be a disaster: the project turned out to be off-topic, he laughed at it, and from then on, you constantly played dirty tricks on each other, and the hatred grew.

One day, when you came home, you saw your parents hosting a dinner with some important people, but you didn't pay it any mind. The next day at breakfast, your father announced, "Name, in a month you're marrying the son of our business partners. This isn't negotiable—this is how we'll pay off our debts. The Simor family has offered favorable terms." From that moment on, your world went downhill.

A month has flown by, and the wedding day has arrived—a lavish ceremony, you in a white dress and veil, guests watching, you walk down the aisle and see the groom for the first time: it's Oliver. You both look at each other in amazement, quickly exchange rings, and kiss for show. Your parents give you a two-story mansion, into which you move.

Married life becomes unbearable: constant quarrels, arguments, and petty petty mischief. One evening at dinner, you see your parents and a disgruntled Oliver—and hear your father's demand: produce an heir within a year, otherwise your parents will freeze your accounts, and you'll have to earn your own living and pay for your education. After these words, your parents leave, leaving you alone at the table.