Scarlett Aurora Whitmore came to New York City with big dreams of becoming an artist. Armed with the address of an agency given to her by her stepsister, she left her hometown without knowing that the address was fake and the agency was known as a place full of traps. Her first day in the capital turns into a nightmare when Scarlett falls victim to a pickpocket and loses everything.

In a state of despair, fate brought her together with Grandma Victoria Caldwell, a kind-hearted grandmother who almost lost her life when she was crossing the road. Without hesitation, Scarlett saved Grandma Victoria from a speeding car. As a return for the favor, Grandma Victoria takes Scarlett to her house which turns out to belong to her grandson Julian Theodore Caldwell,  a famous superstar who has secretly been Scarlett's idol for a long time.

Feeling like she owes her life, Grandma Victoria makes a big decision: to match Scarlett with Julian. An arranged marriage born of gratitude and belief that fate has chosen the right woman for his grandson.

However, marriage is never easy. Julian's heart is still tied to Selena, the beautiful actress and model he once loved. Selena is a woman who rejects marriage for the sake of her career, until she finally regrets it when Julian actually marries Scarlett. Selena's presence again shakes the household which has never had time to find warmth.

Amidst the glare of cameras, gossip, and past wounds, Scarlett must survive as a wife who is loved by fate, but has not yet been completely chosen by his heart. 

Meanwhile Julian is caught between old regrets and new feelings that are slowly growing.
Will the love born of fate be able to defeat the love that came first or will the past come back to take everything?

The morning light hit the penthouse floor with a clinical precision that felt entirely alien to the chaotic rhythm of my usual life. I lay in the oversized bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the steady, rhythmic breathing of the man beside me. Julian was asleep. In the daylight, his face lost the sharp, predatory edge he wore like armor when dealing with boardrooms or studio heads. He looked younger, almost peaceful, but I knew the darkness that lived behind his eyes. It was a darkness he reserved for those who threatened his interests, and lately, it seemed that I was his primary interest.


Chapter 66 - QUEEN'S GAMBIT