He doesn't believe in flowers. To him, they're pointless things that wilt too easily, just like trust and loyalty. But when his billionaire family forces him into an arranged marriage to fix the image he destroyed, they choose her. A quiet florist with earth-stained hands and a spine that doesn't bend. She isn't what he expected. And he is everything she was warned about. Their marriage was never meant to be real. Just a transaction, a polished illusion for the world to see. But resentment burns hot, and anger can blur into something far more dangerous. Because the only thing more reckless than falling for a man like him is watching him fall for you.
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