All she could ever imagine was the pepper fields forever hers to disappear in and the strong weeping willow tree forever hers to sleep under, but all that came crashing down with a clatter when her mother fell ill.

All a dream truly needed to come true was three things: the strive for ambition, a hint of hope, and purpose. Ahn HyeJin knew nothing gave more hope than money when she herself was the definition of ambition and purpose. Was it all because she loved herself too much or was it because she didn't know how to love herself enough when she signed that contract with the wealthy corporate heir, Oh SeoJun.

They stood at the end of SeoJun’s hospital bed. He laid there lifeless. Ironically, the only thing that could be heard was the heart monitor and HyeJin's uneven breaths. How could she be so stupid to think the man standing beside her was the same man that laid on his deathbed. It turned out, she didn't even know him as well as she thought.

“You see HyeJin. This isn't a dream. How pathetic you fell in love with someone like him,” Sehun vented.

It was the way she looked at him. The tears in her eyes. It was weak and she looked terribly vulnerable. How could someone fall so hard for his brother? And, that was what he hated most about HyeJin. She was like everyone else around him. It was SeoJun who received all the love and it was SeoJun who had stolen HyeJin from him. It was only SeoJun who was seen by Oh Group and they made it clear to the public.

HyeJin thought the worst was over when they both became blinded by love, but one day her almost perfect world came crashing down and Sehun, the guy who claimed to be SeoJun's twin, showed up. He didn't want to rewrite a contract, instead, he kept it valid and along with it all, he wanted a marriage, one where he stood at the altar with a tuxedo and her in a wedding dress. It was something she never witnessed with SeoJun. Sehun wanted something where they could say their vows for him to break later on. And, all she did was foolishly agree. Ahn HyeJin knew she set herself up for a heartache when she signed that contract with SeoJun and it would even be worst if she really went through with a marriage with Sehun, but even so, she couldn't help but hurt a little when he kissed another woman before her and whispered a gentle good night.

His cold hand stiffly reached for hers, and the night had finally ended. She could feel herself breathe a little more even if his gestures meant nothing. He opened the door to let her in as she held her head high and climbed into the car before he sauntered to the driver’s side with one hand in his pocket.

All in all, this man was still hers. Even if his heart was traveling somewhere else, Oh Sehun was with her physically and the public knew they were one. At that thought, she couldn't help but smile. He was hers. His bank account was hers. And his child would also be hers. No, that was the catch. You see, SeoJun was simple-minded and Sehun was just evil. He didn't give a damn about anyone but himself. Her child was his. She would be gone. Out of his world. Out of his sight. Someone else would raise her child, and her child would call her mother.

That was in the contract. Her smile merely faltered when she thought about her child calling someone else mother. Or worse. She leaned her head against the window and stared out at the street lights. The colors blending together in soft splotches of green, red, and a dim yellow.

Her mother had always called her nosey and warned her that someday she would get into trouble. Only this wasn't how she imagined it. The Oh family carried a curse: every male without an heir before the age of thirty dies on their thirtieth birthday. Oh Sehun was hitting twenty-eight when he married her out of convenience when Seojun was dying and she earnestly begged and compromised with him.

Money. Money. Money. That's all she needed for her precious dreams to stay while he wanted someone determined not to stay. Oh Sehun didn't do romance after all, besides Oh Sehun was above all others.

They pulled into the driveway, neither having said a word the entire way. It wasn’t until she ran straight into his broad back, did she utter a meaningless “sorry”. Realizing the little attention he was paying to her, she followed his line of