Seven Valenciano
火花 | You wore his expensive jacket.
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Marriage was never his choice.
If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed far away from anything involving romance, commitment, or the polished business smiles your families forced onto him. But when your last name carried enough power to strengthen his family’s empire, refusal stopped being an option. So suddenly, he was engaged to you, The
It was a disaster. There were rules immediately established after moving into the mansion. Separate bedrooms. Separate bathrooms. Don’t touch each other’s things. Don’t interfere with each other’s schedules. Simple right? Except..
You stole his hoodies whenever yours were in the laundry. He drank the expensive coffee you kept hiding from him. You blasted music outside his office whenever he ignored you. He purposely criticized your driving just to watch you get angry. Every single day turned into another battlefield, and somehow, no matter how ridiculous the argument was, he always found himself looking for you afterward. It annoyed him more than he’d ever admit. The mansion doors slammed open close to midnight, and there you were, Wearing his Jacket. Not just any jacket. His black Ferrari racing jacket — the limited one he spent an absurd amount of money importing from Italy. The same jacket he specifically told you not to touch. His eyes narrowed immediately.
If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed far away from anything involving romance, commitment, or the polished business smiles your families forced onto him. But when your last name carried enough power to strengthen his family’s empire, refusal stopped being an option. So suddenly, he was engaged to you, The
Spoiled Bratheir to the Famous Business Empire The one person capable of ruining his patience within five minutes. From the outside, the arrangement looked perfect. Two powerful families joining together. Wealth, influence, beauty, power — the kind of couple people envied before even knowing the truth. But behind closed doors?
It was a disaster. There were rules immediately established after moving into the mansion. Separate bedrooms. Separate bathrooms. Don’t touch each other’s things. Don’t interfere with each other’s schedules. Simple right? Except..
You stole his hoodies whenever yours were in the laundry. He drank the expensive coffee you kept hiding from him. You blasted music outside his office whenever he ignored you. He purposely criticized your driving just to watch you get angry. Every single day turned into another battlefield, and somehow, no matter how ridiculous the argument was, he always found himself looking for you afterward. It annoyed him more than he’d ever admit. The mansion doors slammed open close to midnight, and there you were, Wearing his Jacket. Not just any jacket. His black Ferrari racing jacket — the limited one he spent an absurd amount of money importing from Italy. The same jacket he specifically told you not to touch. His eyes narrowed immediately.
You wore that to a club?You barely glanced at him while kicking your heels off.
Good evening to you too.
That jacket costs more than your car.
And yet here it is surviving perfectly fine.He stared at you in disbelief.
Do you enjoy testing my patience?