A young woman showed up at my door, saying she wanted to become my wife to repay me for saving her life.

She drove my younger sister out of the house and wanted to transfer the family property to her parasitic parents in my name!

I immediately reported her. How could someone be so bold as to commit robbery right at my home in a society governed by law?

"Darling, you have to stand up for me!"

I stared at the woman holding my arm in confusion, noticing that her foundation had gotten on my sleeve.

Her eye makeup was smudged with tears, and she looked rather terrifying.

She pointed at the man in the private room, and she was clearly pissed. "Darling, he wanted to hurt me. I almost lost my innocence."

Meanwhile, that man was utterly shocked as he pointed at his face, which was smeared with red wine.

"What are you even saying? Nicholas Lowe, is this your wife?"

My wife?

I immediately pushed that woman away and flashed a polite smile. "Miss, you're mistaken. I'm not your husband."

I was only here to attend Zachary Smith's bachelor party, only to see a woman splashing red wine on his face as soon as I came in.

During the argument, I found out that the woman was Chelsea Wood. She was here to stand up for her friend, and she kept calling Zachary a jerk.

Even when she was facing a few men, Chelsea didn't relent at all. She wouldn't even stop cursing Zachary.

Just as she sensed that Zachary was about to lose it, she spotted me and thought I could be her savior.

She hid behind me, yelling that she would ask her husband to teach them a lesson.

I kept my distance from her, looking slightly displeased.

When Chelsea heard my words, she pushed me away in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes.

"How could you refuse to acknowledge our relationship? Have you forgotten everything we went through together?" she questioned.

I got more confused as I listened to her, but everyone else calmly waited for my reply.

Chelsea hit me in the chest a few times, and I subconsciously shoved her away.

"You jerk! Are you going to act as if nothing happened then?" she questioned.

I frowned. My patience was wearing thin.

I shot Zachary a look, and he summoned the manager over to handle the situation.

To stand up for her friend, Chelsea damaged the private room's door and smashed the customized crystal cabinet.

A few bottles of expensive wine splattered over the floor.

The manager handed the bill to Chelsea, who was still drowning in sorrow.

She choked up as she pointed in my direction. "My husband will pay the bill."

I was puzzled by her action. I wondered if she really expected me to pay for her.

Without saying a word, I left the private room, and the rest of them went on with the argument.

Based on the message Zachary sent to me, Chelsea had barged into the private room and insulted him to stand up for her friend. But her friend knew nothing about that.

I teased Zachary that he only got himself into trouble because he had been messing around with women out there.

He got so worked up on the other end of the line.

Chelsea's friend had worked at Zachary's company for a few days and met him once.

Her friend couldn't stop thinking about Zachary. However, she had been fired because of her own mistakes.

Chelsea's friend had been crying all day at home, and Chelsea just assumed that it was Zachary's fault.

Hence, she went to Zachary to confront him.

I held my head helplessly. She was truly a "helpful" friend.

I couldn't fathom why she kept emphasizing that she knew me. She even made it sound as if there was something between us.

The unknown caller kept calling. It seemed like she wouldn't give up until I picked up the phone.

"Darling, I was so disappointed by your action at that time. You must apologize to me," she said.

I was baffled by how demanding she sounded.

Perhaps she had sensed that, so she changed her tone and said sweetly, "I'm Chelsea Wood. How could you forget about me?"

She kept talking to herself and complaining about how hard things had been for her.

I ended the call without hesitation. Those scammers were even targeting me now.

I rushed back home. My mom, Susan Carter, had just sent me a text, complaining that I hadn't discussed my marriage with her when it was such a big deal.

On the couch, a woman with green hair patted my mom's back with a smile.

My mom seemed unwell and couldn't stop coughing.

I grabbed Chelsea's hand right away, and she was about to start cursing.

As soon as she saw me, she wore a meek look and stepped forward shyly. "Darling, you're finally home."

I ignored her and patted my mom's back, my gaze cold. "How did you get here? Miss, get out of my house now."

Chelsea widened her eyes, as if she had heard something shocking.

She grinned confidently and revealed her shoulder, and I could see some red marks on it.

"Darling, what are you even saying? I know. You think I should've come earlier, right?"

She pulled my mom over and held her hand. "Mom, when can Nicholas and I get married? My parents are ready. We won't ask for a lot of gifts."

She looked around the villa and seemed satisfied.

"This house is pretty good, but it's a bit small. Mom, you should move out after Nicholas and I get married.

"You're old. It isn't nice to keep staying with your own son."

Chelsea made all the arrangements for the rooms at home. We didn't even have a chance to speak.

"I don't even know you. If you insist on staying here, then don't blame me," I warned.

I demanded that she get out of my house, but she didn't even take my words seriously.

She held my mom's hand and said sweetly, "Mom, look at him. We haven't gotten married, but he's lashing out at me like this."

My mom shook her hand off, her voice cold. "Miss, you've been saying that you're marrying my son since you came in. But he said he doesn't even know you."

The awkward look on Chelsea's face vanished as soon as she heard that.

She put both hands on her hips smugly and recounted how fate had brought us together.

I finally recalled that some time ago, I had seen a woman with her head lowered. She was scrolling on her phone while I was crossing the road. She didn't realize that the traffic light had turned red.

Just as the car sped toward her, I swiftly pulled her aside and saved her life.

I remembered that she fell to the ground and called me a pervert. She thought I only saved her to get her attention.

At that time, I wanted to explain myself, but Chelsea hit my head with her bag. She kept shouting and asking the passersby to stand up for her.

Someone tried to explain to her, but she thought they were in cahoots with me and had ulterior motives.

She was certain that I had other intentions.

Just then, my driver arrived and pulled over at the roadside. I paid no heed to her and left right away.

But now, she was expressing her gratitude in tears, saying that she could only repay me with herself.

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly. I could still remember how she had insulted me. She called me a fool and said she would never love me.

"Now I finally remember." I finally came to a realization. Chelsea was overjoyed, and she kept clutching one of my mom's ceramic collections.

"All these things are worthless. I'll sell them off for Mom tomorrow," she said.

I caught sight of the joyous look that flashed in her eyes. "You damaged my suit. It was a customized suit that cost 500,000 dollars. How do you plan to pay me back?"

The smile on Chelsea's face froze, and she teased, "Darling, are you kidding me? We're family. Why are you so calculating over something like this?"

The guards who rushed over stood behind me. Then, they stepped forward to hold Chelsea's arms.

"Women should have some self-respect. Don't just call anyone your husband. You should take a look at yourself before you judge others."

Chelsea couldn't keep her cool anymore. She kept struggling to free herself from the guards' grip. "I'm repaying your kindness with myself. Stop joking with me."

Disgusted, my mom threw away the cup Chelsea had just used and mumbled.

Chelsea had suddenly shown up at my place, so my mom had poured a glass of water for her.

However, she chided my mom, saying that my mom looked down on her because she came from a poor family.

My family was well-off, but we only served her a glass of plain water. She thought we wouldn't share our assets with her even after I married her.

I had to say that she was really confident.

I thought this incident was something minor until a couple suddenly came to me while I was in a business discussion.

That woman walked in on high heels and swept her gaze around.

Suddenly, I was splashed in the face with water.

"So, you're the jerk who changed your mind and refused to marry my daughter, right?" she asked.

I could see Chelsea in that woman's face.

"Never let some psycho in. If this happens again, you should get out of here," I warned.

My secretary, Jenny Zeller, kept apologizing as she glared at Chelsea's parents, who were stirring up trouble.

The two of them said they were my parents-in-law and were aggressive, so Jenny made sure to attend to them properly.

Sensing Jenny's condemning gaze on her, Lily Moore threw a slap across her face. Jenny was stunned by her sudden act.

"You bitch, how dare you give me that annoyed look? Once I take over the company, I'll fire you right away!" Lily snarled.

Chelsea's dad, Peter Wood, flashed his yellowed teeth and rested his legs on the desk arrogantly.

He yelled at my business partner, "Why would you work with someone like him? You're just a bunch of corrupted beings."

My business partner's face turned livid. They slammed the documents on the desk furiously and left.

Peter kept staring at my business partner and flashed a hostile look.

I sized them up and took out my checkbook nonchalantly. "Just tell me how much you want?"

Their eyes shone with greed when they saw my checkbook.

Lily and Peter exchanged looks and mumbled to each other.

Grinning, Lily sat down and admired her bright red nails with a smug look. "I heard you asked my daughter to repay you with herself. We don't mean to break you guys up. But the wedding gift should be at least 50 million dollars."

I was startled to hear her request. Chelsea had shamelessly asked me to marry her, but now I had become the one who forced her to do so.

Lily couldn't stop telling me her plans for the wedding.

Every guest on the bride's side would receive 10,000 dollars. Chelsea's cousin would host the wedding ceremony and be paid one million dollars.

After the wedding ceremony, I had to pay for their relatives' expenses to stay here for a month.

Then, she showed me a photo. "I happened to see this ring a few days ago. This can be the wedding ring."

I glanced at the photo. They did know how to pick the right one. The ring was the newly launched "Ocean Heart", and it was priceless.

As they made their unreasonable demands, I could feel my blood running cold. "How much do you plan to give me then?"

Upon hearing that, Lily and Peter jumped to their feet as if they had been caught red-handed. "How dare you ask for a wedding gift from us? It's an honor that my daughter is willing to marry you."

She was just as condescending as Chelsea.

I signaled for Jenny to make a call. Lily and Peter looked at each other, as if they were certain that I would agree to their requests.

"You're quite sensible. Oh, right. My daughter will have a share in this company after you two get married. Just transfer the shares to me."

Peter agreed with her, but his gaze was fixed on me. It sent chills down my spine.

He kept laughing as he stared at my body. "He looks good. It sure feels great to have fun with him."

He spoke softly, but I still heard everything.

Lily's face contorted as she elbowed him in the stomach, hinting for him to behave himself.

It seemed like Peter had some kind of secret fetish.

The security guards came just in time and pinned them down.

"Take them to the police station. Tell the police they tried to rob me," I instructed.

The two of them struggled to escape, and they couldn't stop cursing.

They threatened, "Try if you dare. If you do that, forget about marrying my daughter."

I waved my hand, and my gaze darkened.

Why would I encounter weirdos like them?

…

I heard a strange sound coming from the office lounge, so I walked in carefully. The document on the desk remained untouched.

Chelsea was lightly dressed, and her low-cut top threatened to reveal her chest whenever she bent over.

Her eyes beamed with glee when she saw me. She was lying happily on the bed. "Darling, it's quite nice here. I can tell that you're really rich. I'm right about you."

She threw her camisole in my face. Her cheeks were rosy as she shot me a coquettish look.

"You've got lucky today. Come here. I'll sleep with you," Chelsea said in a honeyed, alluring voice. She grew more excited as I approached her.