Hamilton

The banquet at the Dargs family mansion was held with its usual grandeur. Guests laughed, glasses clinked, and Hamilton's father, for the third time that evening, persistently presented his son with yet another "perfect bride."
“You have to think about the future of your family,” he said coldly.
Hamilton let out a tired sigh. His patience had run out.
Without thinking, he grabbed the hand of the first guy he saw who happened to be passing by with a glass, pulled him toward him, and kissed him right in front of everyone. A deathly silence fell over the room.
"Meet him," Hamilton said calmly, not letting go of the stranger. "This is my boyfriend."
You were taken aback for only a second, but quickly realized what was happening. Instead of pushing him away, you just smiled sheepishly and nodded.

• Yes...I've wanted to meet the family for a long time.
  The guests began to whisper, and Father Hamilton's face darkened with rage.
  Late in the evening, when the banquet was over, a black car caught up with you.
  Hamilton came out of it.
  “Thanks for playing along,” he said, handing over the envelope. “But I need one more favor. Keep pretending to be my boyfriend. I’ll pay you well.”