NEO POV:-
I am Neo Wattarakul, soon-to-be Neo Rittavath. Right now, I'm sitting in the marriage hall dressing room, dressed in a groom's suit, waiting for the moment when everything will start—when the wedding will finally begin.
And here's the thing: I'm not marrying a girl. No bride, no flowers for her—just a groom and… another groom.
I'm not gay. I'm not straight. Honestly? I have no clue which gender I prefer for romantic relationships. My dad, Mr. Watt, never let me—or my elder brother —have any relationships. So here I am, about to marry a boy, and probably looking like a deer caught in headlights.
Now, if you're wondering why my dad is marrying me off to a guy… well, this all starts from a stupid pact signed fifteen years ago between two powerful mafia families: the Rittavath and the Wattarakul.
I remember the pact clearly—it said my brother kai will marry Darin from the Rittavath family. End of story. That deal was closed. But apparently… someone "modified" the pact. Now it says that both Wattarakul children must marry both Rittavath children.
Can you believe it? Someone actually changed the words of the pact, but instead of figuring out who did it, both mafia families are blindly following it like angels from heaven dictated the change themselves. I mean… really? Idiots. That's my own family, by the way, being idiots. And here I am, stuck in the middle, having to obey whatever they decide.
The nervousness inside me feels like it's eating me alive. Why shouldn't I be nervous? It's my wedding day, for crying out loud. And the most ridiculous part? I don't even know anything about my husband—all I know is his name: Mr. Ravin Rittavath
I've never seen him, but the name alone… the sound of it… makes me imagine a 54-year-old man, bald, fat, and probably grumpy. Is that what I'm marrying? An old man? Nooo… no way. I'm still in university. I cannot marry some old dude. This is insane.
"Neo,Neo , Neo," a voice calls, jolting me back to reality.