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Prologue

PROLOGUE

"BECAUSE you brought shame to this family!" The man yelled at his son, who allowed tears to stream helplessly down his face. "You said you wanted to sing and dance! We let you sing and dance, we pay a lot for your training, and we get you into one of the biggest companies in Korea! And what did you do? You screw it up and get excluded! Because of something you know you did!"

The boy shook his head tearfully.

"I didn't do it..." he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The man scoffed.

"Oh, but everyone is saying that you did it, isn't that right?"

The boy turned to glare at his shoes, his eyes sparkling with tears.

"So you make me marry someone I don't love? Someone who doesn't love me or even know me? Dad, why?"

His father smirked.

"Because it's not just any person! She's perfect for our family. Money. Looks. Power. Everything we ever wanted for you."

The son shook his head, his heart aching.

"What's the point of that if she doesn't love me?!"

"You will make her love you! That's your job from now on. Make her love you. And you're going to love her back, you hear me?"

The boy sobbed in despair.

"She's perfect," the man continued, his eyes sparkling with hope, "she's the American president's daughter, she's twenty-one years old, she's a famous actress, author, dancer and singer and is planning to work as a CEO of this successful company after graduating business school. She's a perfect addition to our family!"

"Father, I'm nineteen!" The boy exclaimed, running his hand through his soft, long hair that reached his shoulders. "And I thought I was supposed to marry a Korean woman to carry on the bloodline or whatever, considering that I'm your only son!"

A woman hurried inside the room, glancing at some paperwork in her hand, a nonchalant expression on her face.

"That was before you brought shame into the family with the disgusting rumours made about you, and before you got excluded."

The boy rolled his tearful eyes, then crossed his arms close to his chest, hugging himself.

"And besides, no Korean woman wants to marry a slutty bully. Our best hope is this girl. Her two mothers booked us an appointment before and now that everything is arranged, you're getting married next week."

"I'm not a bully!" He screamed, two lines of tears wetting his handsome face.

"To the public eyes you are!" The mother shot back, handing the papers to her husband. "Make him sign this. Now."

The boy eyed the paperwork in front of him in curiosity, hesitating to take it from his father before understanding what it actually was.

"W-What is that?" He squeaked out, finally grabbing the paper from his father's grip.

"In the United States, you need to sign a prenup to share assets with your wife before marriage. Her money will be yours, and your money will be hers. It's essential."

The father then grabbed a pen from a nearby coffee table and shoved it in his son's hand.

The boy stared at the paper with blurry eyes, occasionally letting out sobs of despair as he tried to understand the paper, which was written in English. A language he couldn't speak very well, considering that he was born and raised in South Korea.

Failure.

The only thing he could get his eyes on were the numbers at the bottom of the page, and when he did, his eyes widened in shock.

That was a lot of zeroes. At least on her side of the paper.

"Did you see those numbers? You can consider yourself a multimillionaire now! You're going to live a happy life for sure."

The son shook his head once again, letting out violent sobs of heartbreak.

"Money can't buy happiness, father."

The couple glanced at each other, then let out laughs of sarcasm, making him regret his words almost immediately.

"Tell that to the entire world, will you?" The father smirked. "Now, sign."

The boy then clicked on the top of the pen in his hand and signed the bottom of the paper quickly, shoving the paper in his dad's face afterwards.

"Are we done here?"

"Not quite."

The mother shook her head before grabbing a pile of paperwork that lied on the wooden table.

"Here. There's everything the world knows about your future wife in those papers. Study it with your heart and make sure to use it in the future."

He grabbed the paperwork and glanced at the front page, which had the picture of a beautiful girl.

His eyes widened as he studied every inch of her face. Her long, chocolate brown hair. Her big, chestnut brown eyes. Her attractive slim, hourglass body.

Everything about her was beautiful.

He thought for a moment.

But would she say the same thing about him?

He looked up from the paper in his hand towards the mirror that stood in the nearby corner, taking in the sight of his figure.

His long, soft dyed-blond hair reached just before his shoulders. His deep chestnut brown mono-lid eyes. His beautiful features along with his white pale skin. His slim, slender frame.

He faintly smiled to himself.

Yes. He thought. She probably would.

"One more thing," his mother began as she saw him stepping towards the exit of the gigantic room.

He turned to her with furrowed eyebrows, already bored and exhausted by that point.

"You need to learn English."