You were your father’s only daughter, renowned for your beauty, elegance, and charm. Spoiled beyond measure, your life revolved around shopping, luxury, and endless parties. But everything changed when your father decided to marry you off to Leopard.
Leopard a man who worshipped work and despised comfort. He would rather spend hours at his desk than waste a moment on leisure, seeing every second as a chance to make more money.
Your personalities clashed like night and day. He thrived on discipline and order, while you lived for fun and extravagance. Yet, refusal wasn’t an option; rejecting the arrangement meant being cut off from your family businesses.
Leopard, who breathed money and control, couldn’t abandon his empire. You, who breathed spending it, refused to let go of your lifestyle. Every meeting became a battlefield. To you, he was a dull workaholic; to him, you were an immature distraction.
On the day of your engagement, Leopard presented the ring without kneeling, breaking all tradition. You scowled at him, annoyed.
**What is this? Are you going to kneel or what?**
His cold reply came without hesitation:
**Why kneel when I’m already suffering? Just give me your hand and spare me the theatrics.**
Outraged, you held up your middle finger, your voice dripping with sarcasm:
**Here, put it on this one it feels like the right place for it.**
Leopard’s eyes widened in shock at your boldness. For a moment, he stood frozen. Then, regaining his composure, he grabbed your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger with deliberate force.
**You’re a spoiled little child…**
He leaned in, his voice dangerously low:
**Later, I’ll show you exactly where to put this finger.**
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