A Marriage Game: My Enigmatic CEO Husband

Meeting Room, 18th Floor, Hang Tan Building. The room was so silent, it felt like a frozen frame in a movie. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the city was transitioning from dusk to night. Rays of sunlight brushed over the rooftops of skyscrapers, casting a soft amber hue. Inside the luxurious yet cold meeting room, only two people sat facing each other. Between them lay a neat stack of pristine white papers, inked with crisp black letters. A marriage registration form, already signed. A marriage contract. Tu Nhu Han leaned forward, carefully reading the document one last time. Though the contract was a mere formality, she had always been cautious especially when it came to anything involving identity and legal responsibility. Opposite her sat a young man, impeccably dressed, gold-rimmed glasses resting on a stern face that evoked the image of a lawyer or a judge. In truth, he was the personal assistant of the man she was about to marry a man she had never met. He had introduced himself as Secretary Duong. Throughout the process, the man remained silent, his sharp gaze behind those thin lenses never softening. He didn’t smile, nor did he make any effort to appear friendly. The whole process felt like a business transaction between strangers. Which, in a way, it was. She was marrying a complete stranger. A man rumored by relatives to be “an old uncle,” “the cold heir of the Duc family.” A mysterious man whose name was known, but whose face remained hidden even the press couldn’t dig up a photo, supposedly because he was too unattractive to show in public. A man… who wasn’t even present today. Tu Nhu Han picked up the pen and signed her name at the bottom. She didn’t lift her head, but the corners of her lips curved slightly. “It’s done,” she said softly, her voice devoid of resentment. In fact, she felt… fine. Secretary Duong glanced at the signature, flipped through a few pages for verification, and finally gave a small nod. “Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Tu. The contract will be processed and registered by our legal team today. From this moment on, you are officially Mr. Duc’s legal wife.” She nodded. No surprise. No hesitation. She had known this day would come. Ever since her father called her into his study, looked her in the eyes, and calmly said: “I promised to marry you into the Duc family. It was an agreement between your grandfather and theirs. Even though we’ve fallen from grace, a promise is a promise.” The Duc family… A name once revered in high society. A family so wealthy, the entire city bowed to it. She didn’t love him. But she didn’t hate him either. Her father had said, “Even if the Duc family is now a hundred times wealthier than we are, I won’t let my daughter be branded as one who breaks a promise.” She understood. She didn’t even know what Duc Hang looked like. All she had heard were the rumors That he was a cold, ruthless man who didn’t believe in love, A man who had never once smiled at any woman. Marrying someone like that… others might be afraid. But not her. At least, he didn’t demand affection. And she had no desire for emotional entanglements. “Dame,” Secretary Duong suddenly spoke, his voice low and composed, “Mr. Duc is currently busy and unable to attend in person. However, I will handle all matters regarding financial support and post-marriage arrangements on his behalf.” Secretary Duong was professional to the core. Once the handover was complete, he prepared to leave distant, but polite in a way that left no room for offense. “No problem.” She smiled courteously polite, but not warm. He took an envelope from his briefcase and placed it gently on the table. “This includes your first month’s living expenses and the keys to an apartment already prepared in City A. If you plan to work there, the property transfer will be completed today. The apartment is fully furnished. Are you satisfied with this arrangement, Madam?” Was she satisfied? It was just a perfunctory question. Everything had already been arranged by the husband she’d never met. This wasn’t a negotiation this was a pre-written script. She still remembered the day she found out she was getting married It coincided with the news that she had passed the interview at a major company in City A. It was one of her rare good opportunities. One piece of good news, and another… not quite bad, but far from ideal. She had only made one request: To be supported in moving to City A. She hadn’t expected them to prepare so thoroughly, as if trying to compensate her for becoming a puppet wife to the head of the Duc family. Originally, they had offered to let her live with her parents after marriage. But she had made her choice and they accommodated it. After all, it wasn’t an unreasonable request. Tu Nhu Han had only hoped for a bit of assistance, but their attention to detail surprised her. It was as though they were trying to make up for something. She didn’t feel pitiful. In fact, she didn’t even bother to learn how her husband’s name was written. Her mind had already erased him from memory And that made her feel strangely at peace. There was something… quietly oppressive about it all