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Ethan Grayson has it all: a multi-billion-dollar company, a penthouse view, and a personality so charming it’s borderline unbearable. But after one too many dinner dates with women who talk more about his stock portfolio than their hobbies, Ethan decides he’s done with high society. His grand plan? Marry a “normal” woman who doesn’t care about his money. Simple, right?

Enter Emily Carter, a bookshop employee who thinks a “luxury” is buying two cups of coffee in one day. She’s witty, stubborn, and entirely unimpressed when Ethan waltzes into her shop one afternoon, throwing around compliments like confetti. For Ethan, Emily is everything he’s looking for: genuine, grounded, and refreshingly immune to his usual charm.

There’s just one tiny problem. Ethan’s arrogance is the size of his bank account, and Emily has no patience for egotistical billionaires—no matter how good their jawline is.

As Ethan awkwardly tries to “woo” Emily in the most unromantic ways possible (think unsolicited business advice and overly generous tips), Emily starts to wonder if this handsome stranger might actually have a heart hidden under all that bravado. But when she discovers his real reason for pursuing her, all bets are off.

Will Ethan learn to drop his ego long enough to win Emily’s trust? Or will Emily decide that some books are better left closed?

When pride meets

The piercing ring of Emily's phone jolted her awake at 5 AM. Groggy and exhausted from the previous night, she lazily reached for her phone and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello…" she mumbled, her voice still laced with sleep.

"Em, we made the front page," Dylan's urgent voice came through the phone.

"What front page?" Emily rubbed her eyes, barely processing his words.

"Just check the newspaper. And… I really hope Ethan doesn't take it out on you," Dylan added.

His warning made her sit up straight. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, but Dylan had already ended the call.

Still confused, Emily dragged herself out of bed, ready to find out what he was talking about. But as she reached for the door handle, the door swung open—Ethan was already standing there.

He held the newspaper in his hand, his grip tight, his expression dark. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and threw the paper onto the bed.

Emily's gaze flickered to the front page. And there it was—a picture of her and Dylan in an intimate position in the car.

Ethan's eyes burned into hers, demanding an explanation.

"It—it's the driver's fault," she stammered, trying to make sense of it.

"The driver's fault?!" Ethan's voice rose, his anger spilling over.

Emily felt a lump rise in her throat, her hands curling into fists. Why was he so angry? Why did he even care?

Tears welled in her eyes as frustration overtook her. "Why do you care?! I mean, it's not like I'm really your wife! It's just a stupid contract!" she shouted.

Emily continued, her voice shaking with emotion. "And you even let her stay in our house! You made promises, Ethan! You made me believe in something—" Her voice cracked. "And you forgot about our trip. You forgot about me."

She let out a bitter laugh, wiping the tears off her cheek. "Don't you dare show your face to me again, Ethan. I annul the contract."

With that, she stormed past him, leaving him standing there—puzzled, speechless, devastated.

Emily didn't hesitate. She packed her bags, called for the butler, and had her things taken outside. She had made her decision. She was done.

Just as she was about to call a taxi, Dylan's car pulled up.

Before she could even step forward, Ethan stormed out of the house.

"So it's because of him that you're leaving?!" he shouted.

Emily turned to face him, her heart aching. Her lips trembled, and her voice came out barely above a whisper.

Her voice grew stronger, filled with the pain of betrayal. "But you played me. I HATE YOU."

Before he could say another word, Emily turned away and got into Dylan's car.

Dylan gave Ethan a knowing smirk and said, "Look, man, don't disturb her anymore. I'm better for her than you are. So mind your own business."

With that, the car pulled away, leaving Ethan standing there, frozen.

From the mansion balcony, Sarah watched with satisfaction.

But as the day passed and Ethan refused to speak to her—his expression cold and distant—she began to wonder.

Have I overdone It?