In a twist of fate, a wealthy heir believed he was bound to wed an unattractive stranger in an arranged marriage, only to be stunned when she unveiled her face…

Millionaire thought he was marrying an ugly woman in Arranged Marriage, But he was shocked when she…

Young Millionaire thought he was marrying an ugly woman through an arranged marriage, but when she removed her veil he was shocked by what he saw. The dining room of the sprawling estate was bathed in soft golden light from the crystal chandelier hanging overhead. The table, long enough to seat twenty, was set with fine china and silverware, though only three chairs were occupied.

David sat at one end, his posture relaxed but his jaw tight with annoyance. Across from him his father sipped a glass of wine. The very picture of composure, while his mother watched him closely, her hands folded neatly on the table.

This isn’t happening, David said, breaking the tense silence. He pushed his plate aside, the untouched steak now cold. You can’t be serious.

David, his father, began, his tone measured, this isn’t a request. It’s a decision that has already been made. David leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair.

A decision made without me. How generous. Enough with the sarcasm, his mother said sharply.

This isn’t just about you. It’s about the family. About preserving what we’ve built.

David’s eyes narrowed. And the way to preserve it is by marrying me off like it’s the eighteenth century. To a woman I’ve never even met.

You’ll meet her soon enough, his father said, setting down his glass. Anna is a respectable young woman from a good family. This arrangement benefits everyone.

David scoffed, shaking his head. Good family, huh? Is that why she hides behind a veil? What’s she hiding? A scar? A secret identity? Don’t be cruel, his mother snapped, her voice icy. Anna is a private person, and she has her reasons.

She doesn’t owe you an explanation. No, but apparently I owe her a lifetime, David shot back. Why me? Why not let her marry someone else who’s willing to play along? Because you’re the heir to this family, David, his father said firmly.

And the Whitmans are critical to our business. This marriage is as much a partnership as it is a union. David let out a dry laugh.

So it’s a transaction. Great. Love clearly has no place here.

Don’t be dramatic, his mother said, her voice softening slightly. You’re not being asked to love her. Just to respect her and fulfill your duty.

David’s hands clenched into fists on the table. My duty? To marry a stranger? To give up any chance of choosing my own future? You’ll have everything you could ever need, his father said calmly. And so will she…