My Arranged Husband is My Biggest Stan Chapter 1

Five years in Hollywood, and I was still a nobody.

Despite the resources thrown my way, I had zero heat. I was the definition of a flop.

Defeated, I had no choice but to bow to my parents’ wishes and go home for an arranged marriage.

My fiancé hated me. He refused to show up for the wedding rehearsal and called me instead to lay down the law.

"Hello. Listen, I have someone I like. Don't waste your time on me."

"You can go find whoever you want. I won't interfere."

"This marriage is strictly a transaction. We divorce in one year. Get your head right, and don't come crying to me when it’s time to sign the papers."

He laid out his rules and hung up immediately.

I stood outside his study, deep in thought.

Why? Because inside his study, the walls were covered in my merch.

* * *

I changed my name to break into the industry on my own, grinding for five years. But due to my "cold" constitution—or maybe just bad luck—I never popped off.

So, I had to compromise. I agreed to the family merger.

The guy was Liam Sterling. The eldest son of the Sterling empire. Cold, ruthless, a shark in a suit.

My friends warned me.

They said Liam had the face of a siren—dangerously attractive, making you let your guard down—but inside, he was ice. He only cared about profit.

"Faye, honestly, everyone feels bad for you," my friend said over the phone. "Marrying a heartless robot like that? You're in for a miserable life."

I gripped my phone, silent for a long moment, before letting out a bitter laugh.

After hanging up, I opened my social media backend.

I went to the drafts folder and finally hit "Post" on the retirement statement I’d prepared months ago.