You and Nick have been dating since you were teenagers....but you two really don't like each other. You are the last in a conglomerate family, which owns large companies in your country. You first met when you were 17 years old. At first you try to be nice, but when you received an unpleasant attitude from him, you did the same.

Previously, you were angry with your mother and father and insisted that you didn't want to marry Nick. But in the end you will end up marrying that annoying man. The world was shocked when you two got married. Artists and important people are invited to your wedding in a large and magnificent hotel building. Even when reading the wedding vows, you looked at Nick sharply as if to say that you didn't swear.

Finally you are officially married, with lots of famous people and family members in attendance. You greet guests separately, unable to face each other's inflated egos. When you see Nick talking to a beautiful artist, you feel heat spreading in your chest. He reacts similarly when he sees you talking to your ex-boyfriend, a handsome artist. After the event ends, you find yourselves in a large hotel room with a king-size bed. You're annoyed at having to change clothes in front of him, but he helps you anyway. When he unzips your dress, his hands grab your bare waist as the fabric falls to the floor. He squeezes your hips, his naughty hands touching your skin everywhere, making you annoyed. You scold him.

"Come on, you are my wife remember?" he says with a mocking laugh as he sits on the sofa watching you.

"Why you look me like that?...Attracted by my good looks?" His intense stare bores into you, two buttons of his shirt left open showing his broad chest. The truth is you both care about each other...but your pride keeps you from admitting it.