As I stared into Ivan's cool, distant eyes, the memory of that rainy night on my twentieth birthday slowly surfaced.
At my lavish birthday party that year, my parents told me they had arranged my engagement when I was still a child.
I had never met the man. I had no feelings for him. The thought that my life had been decided without my consent made me so furious that I walked out of the ballroom in my custom white gown.
It was pouring rain. Stubborn and angry, I refused to call my family's driver and blindly ordered a ride through a rideshare app.
A few minutes later, a sleek black Bentley pulled up in front of me.
I opened the door and got in, only to find that the man behind the wheel was far too striking to be a driver.
At the time, I thought Ivan was my driver.
He did not corre
