“Why me?” I look at the man I’ve seen for the first time only ten minutes ago.
“I don’t understand anything…”
“You don’t need to understand anything. You just need to remember one simple rule—I say, you do.”
“I’m not a slave,” I shake my head, like a machine.
“And who said anything about a ‘slave’? You’ll be my wife.”
He throws papers onto the table.
“Here’s the contract. You’ll be with me for three years.”
Is that even possible? We’ve never even met! He’s an influential businessman, and I’m just an ordinary girl. We can’t be together…