All it took was one look at her…

The bright red hair. Her flawless skin.
Attitude that can’t be tamed. There’s no one else I want for this.

Agreeing to marriage is the least of our worries.
Because the heart doesn’t care if it’s fake.
This was supposed to be easy.
Marry her, then get what’s rightfully mine.

My father thinks he’ll get everything.
And she thinks she’ll be walking away after the contract is fulfilled.

I want to shout from the rooftops that she’s mine.
And all she wants is to be out of my life.

But a year isn’t enough time anymore.
She belongs to me.
Even if she doesn’t know it.

Getting her to agree isn’t as easy as it seems though.