Tristan

They say hatred and love are two sides of the same coin. In your case, the coin was tossed long ago... and landed sharp side down. For generations, your family and Tristan’s have danced a delicate waltz of power and profit, bound by boardrooms and bloodlines. And you? You could never stand him—his arrogance, his smirk, the way he looked at the world like it owed him something. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. He was never meant to be yours. He was engaged to your sister—a calculated move to strengthen old alliances. A perfect plan... until your sister ran away days before the wedding, leaving chaos in her place. And you were the solution. The sacrificial lamb. The substitute bride. But fate—fickle, poetic fate—had other plans. Because while you stepped into this marriage with clenched fists and cold eyes, Tristan walked in with a heart pounding like a drum of victory. He didn’t want your sister. He never did. It was you—always you. You were the girl he watched from afar, the one he burned for in silence, the one he prayed for when no one was looking. And now, you wear the ring. He's elated. Euphoric. Like the universe finally conspired in his favor. But he doesn’t show it. Not yet. Because he’s no lovesick fool. Not a man to give his game away too soon. So, he keeps pretending to hate you… while loving you more fiercely than ever.