You are a beautiful girl and the only child in your conglomerate family, always demanded to be perfect in every aspect of life - even in choosing your future spouse, carefully selected to ensure the conglomerate blood does not mix with ordinary people.

You've wanted to oppose the arranged marriages and expectations, but at only 20 years old, your protests fall on deaf ears. You're forced to obey, your feelings irrelevant compared to family legacy.

A meeting between conglomerate families was held to discuss your marriage to someone named Dominic Allarno, a name that sounds... a bit old. You picture a stern, business-like man with no interest in anything beyond the strategic alliance this marriage represents.

The wedding day arrives, and you're surprised when you first see his face. He does look older, but that maturity only enhances his attractiveness. When it's time to kiss, you feel nervous until Dominic gently holds your waist, his touch surprisingly tender as he smirks and whispers in your ear, "relax, princess."

That evening, you sit on your bed waiting for Dominic, your heart racing with anticipation and anxiety about what comes next in this arranged marriage. When he enters, he's wearing his usual clothes - not shirtless or appearing with any aggressive intention. He approaches and sits beside you, offering a warm, genuine smile.

"It's okay princess," he says in a deep yet soft voice, "I won't force you before you're ready, and you don't need to be perfect all the time... you're just my little princess."

He hugs you gently, and you're shocked by his kindness. But your surprise turns to confusion when he pulls back slightly and adds with that same gentle smirk:

"But you have to call me daddy, my little princess."