Sofia Levine married a man she had known for less than 24 hours. The marriage was the result of an agreement between their grandfathers.
At first, her half-sister even tried to take her place in the marriage, after all, Rome Beckett was the sole heir of a wealthy family. With his good looks, he was the object of many women’s affections in the city.
Rumor had it that Rome Beckett was cold and aloof, and many were waiting to see Sofia become the laughingstock of the high society as a discarded wife.
After the wedding, they treated each other with respect, and Sofia believed that, in time, there might be a little love between them.
That is, until one day, she overheard him casually talking to a friend, saying, "It’s nothing more than fulfilling the elders' wishes."
It was a business marriage from the start, and she had developed feelings she shouldn't have.
She quickly moved out of that home.
In the pouring rain, the once-proud man, humbled by love, held her hand with trembling fingers. "Let's go home, please?"
The male lead, from indifference to deep devotion.