I sat in front of my vanity and took a good look at myself in the mirror, inspecting the reflection of the woman molded to be the epitome of perfection,

exquisite beauty, wealth, and elegance. Desired by every man, envied by every woman. I donned a combination of black dress with luxurious gold

accents. The sparkling diamond necklace encased around my neck signified my unreachable status in society.

But that expensive and enviable piece of jewelry was just a decoration to what I really am. I am a mere trophy being paraded around, showed off, and

bragged about by my spouse as if I was a fancy object only meant for the purpose of displaying her prestige. None of my opinions mattered, none of

my thoughts flourished. I was told to hold my tongue, be withdrawn as much as I could.

There was a distance between us. She was near, yet so far from my reach. I was led to perceive my spouse as my master, and I am her servant, bound

to serve her for the rest of my life. However, for almost a year of practicing the inferiority role I was compelled to follow, I have eventually grown used to it.

I am surrounded with luxury cars, sophisticated dresses, expensive jewelries, extravagant mansions, and the unimaginable privileges that came with it.

Such possessions of wealth and power dreamed by many to have was something that I never wanted to begin with. But I can still endure my spouse’s

impassiveness, cynicism, and domineering personality behind the public eye, for I have no intention of straying away from the path chosen for me.

Though I resented the lifestyle and role forced into my hands, I will never trade it for anything…

Because I, Jung Jessica – an heiress to the vast fortune of the Jung Family – is harboring unrequited love and passion for Kwon Yuri.

Outside the master’s bedroom, a frantic maid knocked twice on the door, worried about her mistress, who might soon get in trouble. Clasping her hands 

together in nervousness, she paced back and forth in the hallway.   

Inside the room, Jessica heaved a sigh and stood up, grabbing a gold clutch bag embroidered with glittering diamonds placed on their bed on her way

out. The clock was ticking, and she needed to hurry. Her spouse was never a patient individual. Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts and walked

swiftly towards the door, grasping the knob and pulling it open.

“Mistress! Thank goodness you have come out!” The maid cried in delight and sighed in relief as she approached Jessica. But immediately, her relieved

face contorted into sheer horror. Wiping a sweat, she whispered with a tremble of fear in her voice, “Master has been waiting for you downstairs.”

Jessica looked dazed for a moment, and then sprinted across the hall, towards the staircase, ignoring the pain on her feet caused by her high heels.

A disgruntled Yuri was one of the most unpleasant things to deal with. Once sighting her spouse standing still at the bottom of the stairs, she quickly 

inspected her appearance, before descending down the staircase.

With the clicking sounds of her high heels, her spouse acknowledged her much-awaited presence with a mere side-glance and lips tightened in a thin <