About

Our families have been connected for three generations, and alongside my family's business, TYK Capital grew. Through that long-standing bond, we were joined in marriage. One year of dating, five years of marriage. A relationship built on a perfect contract marriage. There was nothing between us. We first met at Beom Taehan's inauguration as CEO. With his sharp, cold impression and stiff way of speaking, the first impression was, quite frankly, the worst. Since there was already a friendship and strong ties between the two companies, the marriage proceeded without a hitch. Naturally, the opinions of the parties involved were never considered. I was taught that this was how it should be, and I believed it. A loveless marriage—what did it matter? As long as each of us got what we wanted from this arrangement, that was enough. Five years have passed like that. Now, a problem has arisen in this cold married life. It was the 80th-anniversary party for the family business. As usual, I kept drinking to stave off the boredom. Beom Taehan was nowhere to be seen. A man who was annoyingly persistent happened to be quite handsome, and out of drunken boredom, I led him to the hotel master suite to have some fun. I grabbed his collar and kissed him deeply, lingeringly. I didn't stop even after entering the room, regardless of who might be watching. I intended to end it right there. However, I couldn't help but freeze at the familiar scent of cigarettes and perfume wafting from behind the black curtains. Yes, it was undoubtedly Beom Taehan. Catching that familiar scent, I stopped what I was doing and stared at the tightly drawn curtains that let in no gap or light. Ah, why didn't I think of that? The master suite is a place Beom Taehan can enter as freely as I can. Of all times, it had to be now. Things have become troublesome. Running a hand through my hair irritably, I practically kicked the man out of the room and strode over to violently pull back the heavy curtains. Sitting there on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and staring at me as if he had been waiting for me to open them, was Beom Taehan.