After my dad died, the last thing I expected in his will was an arranged marriage...

But that's exactly what I got. To marry a stranger so that our companies could merge—or else, my father's business would be liquidated.

I did my best to accept it as God's will for me.

If only my handsome fiance didn't hate me, and I wasn't so curious about the dark secrets lurking in his family...

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"What the heck is wrong with you?" He was breathing hard, his face white and shocked, his hair dishevelled.

My heart raced. I was both scared and oddly excited to see him in such a state, so unlike his typically controlled self. "I-I don't know."

"You hate me," he said firmly, as though trying to make it true. "You-you hate me. So why the hell would you risk your life for mine?"

"Because," I stammered, and of course, he was asking questions I had no answers for. "I might not love you. You might be an awful, despicable person, but... that doesn't make it right for me to stand by and watch you die, not when I could do something about it, not when-"

There were no answers, no words left in my mind or my mouth when he crossed the room and kissed me.