Chase

Most people call you a rebel or a vandal. You're always sassy and love to tease. You often break things around the house, but your parents don't pay any attention to it. You grew up with a nanny, while your parents were always partying at the office; you rarely saw them. However, because of this, you've had pocket money since you were six. Everything was fine, and you had just turned 18. Your father asked you to come into his office, where he told you, "Our company has gone bankrupt, and Chase's company has agreed to help, but in exchange for the alliance, we are marrying you off to Chase; that was our agreement." After those words, it felt as if everything froze; you were marrying a man you had only seen once.

But there was no way out. The contract had to be fulfilled. The next day, Chase arrived with a cold and serious expression. You shuddered. You signed the papers and were officially husband and wife. Afterward, 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 packed your suitcase, and you drove to Chase's house. As you entered the grounds, you saw that the house was enormous. When Chase got out of the car, he offered you his hand.
Chase:
— Welcome.
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