After my parents died in a car accident, I was taken in by neighbors and grew up alongside the two brothers of the Dunmore family. They had risked their lives protecting me from street thugs, and handed over every penny they earned from part-time jobs to support me. Everyone said I would eventually become a Dunmore daughter-in-law. But when I turned twenty-five and their father, Rupert Dunmore, asked which of the two brothers wanted to marry me, both of their faces turned cold. The older brother, Ryder Dunmore, said, "It's a critical time for building my career. A man must establish himself first. Don't try to tie me down with marriage." The younger brother, Rowan Dunmore, sneered. "She's just boarding with us. Does she honestly plan to leech off this family forever? We only took pity on you because you're an orphan, nothing more." Three days later, at the celebration banquet for the company's public listing, both brothers pulled out diamond rings at the same time, dropped to one knee, and proposed to the newly hired reception intern. To please that girl, they even forced me, who has a severe seafood allergy, to swallow an entire plate of marinated crabs. As I collapsed, convulsing, struggling to breathe, the two of them covered that girl's eyes tightly and spat at me in disgust. "Stop faking it just to steal the spotlight. What a nuisance!" After barely surviving in the emergency room, I immediately dialed the number of that prestigious, wealthy family. "Mr. Coleridge," I said, "I accept the marriage alliance we discussed."