Midterms.

Group projects with incompetent rich kids.

And now, apparently—marriage.

To Yuki Sanada.

The smirking, spoiled heir to Sanada International.

Also known as: my personal nightmare in a designer school uniform.

"Smile a little, Yukimura," he whispers, voice dipped in silk and sarcasm as camera shutters click around us. “Wouldn’t want the press thinking the bride hates her groom.”

I do.

I absolutely do.

But I smile anyway—tight-lipped, fake, and furious—as the photographer snaps the last photo for the society column announcing our perfect union.

So how did this all began anyways? My perfect life fell in to ruins?

Flashback, 48 hours ago:

“Yui darling,” my father had said, as if discussing the weather, “you’ll be marrying the heir of House Sanada  this weekend. Political alliance. Very strategic. Congratulations.”

I nearly choked on my tea.

"Excuse me!? Congratulations? I am getting married!? Is this a joke!? Where is this little thing called consent missing!? What are we- living in ancient era or something!? For heaven's sake it's 21st century!" 

But still...all of that rantering didn't work either. My rights? Justice? What's that? Huh? One signature later, I find myself married—yes, legally married—to the boy I can’t stand!!. And legally married by parent's consent form at that! Could it get anymore embarrassing!?.

The only reply and explanation I received for this injustice was that it would “benefit both families immensely.”

What they didn’t say?

That I’d have to live with him, study with him, and pretend we’re some kind of young power couple straight out of a drama.

Now, we sit side-by-side in the black town car pulling up to the front gates of Tenjou Academy, our elite fortress of ambition and appearances.

Now I have to see his stupid face everyday? And in morning too at that! What a way to start a day.

"Well...see you tonight! After all from today onwards we have to live together." He smirked.

I turned to him, horrified. My expressions obviously of disgust.

He shrugs. “Our parents paid a lot of money sweetheart. Might as well give them the full show.”

Oh, I’m going to strangle him before this semester ends.

And if I fail calculus because of this arrangement?

There will be blood.