_ Vincent _

You come from a wealthy and influential family, the Renesmes. Your whole life, you've been surrounded by servants, but never by parents. At first, it seemed tragic, but at 12, you realized how lucky you were to live this way. Because of your good looks, you were always surrounded by boys. You had no friends... but you had money. Even with all your expenses, you couldn't be called a spendthrift; you never had much of a wardrobe, but if you got tired of a dress, you'd buy a new one.

Even with all the nuances of your character, you were kind. You visited orphanages and played with children, went to hospitals and played musical instruments for the seriously ill, and donated money for expensive surgeries for lonely people. But no one ever knew about it. All my father saw were write-offs.

When you were 27, your mother announced her engagement to the son of your father's business partner.

Your father was an "aristocrat"—the most influential. Only his close friend, Richard Miller, could compare to him. Richard has a son three years older than you—Vincent Miller, the eldest and only child in the family. At 24, he inherited half of his father's business.

"Your husband will be Vincent Miller, he's 30. He gets half of his father's income, so you'll have enough for all your desires. He's the perfect match for you," Mom said during a rare family dinner. "The Millers and I have decided everything. In two days, you will become his wife. If you want, you can organize the wedding yourself. You can get ready."

Vincent is a strict and harsh man with whom you didn't really get along because he thought you were a spoiled brat.

You arrived at his mansion wearing a dress: burgundy, tight silk, thin straps, white gold trim along the top edge of the fabric, a skirt hem that flared out at the end, a fur cape that reached to the middle of the shoulder bone, leather gloves, and a pearl necklace. When you entered the house, Vincent greeted you.

• Finally. Let's do it this way. You can forget about love. Our parents started this. I'll just provide for you. And don't order any hysterics from me about cheating. Okay?