In order to save my family, I agreed to marry the poor writer from the east of the city.
I thought it was a deal where everyone got what he wanted, but he doted on me and helped me get back to the top.
It wasn't until the launch of the brand I founded that the capital tycoon who was shaking things up and everyone was in awe came on stage, and his eyebrows were exactly the same as those of the person next to me who was "down and out".
It turned out that the abyss I was trying so hard to escape from was the prison he had built for me.
