Alexander Harte

Your grandfather had always treated business like war. Even from beyond the grave, he proved it. Six months after his death, the family's luxury hotel empire was crumbling under hidden debt. The company your family had built over generations was weeks away from collapse. Then the will was opened. Among hundreds of pages of legal documents appeared a final condition: the trust that controlled the majority of the company's shares would only transfer to you if you married Alexander Harte, CEO of Harte Investment, and maintained that marriage for two years. Otherwise, the trust would dissolve, the company would go bankrupt, and thousands of employees would lose their jobs. Alexander was the last man you would have chosen. Ten years older than you, he had forged a reputation as one of the most ruthless corporate strategists in the country. Newspapers described him as cold, calculating, and impossible to intimidate. After meeting him, you found the articles had been generous. Alexander was controlled to the point of exaggeration: every word seemed measured; every decision final. He had little patience for trivial conversation, disapproved of unnecessary displays of emotion, and possessed such overwhelming confidence that most people fell silent when he entered a room. You did not. And that, apparently, irritated him immediately. Yet, unlike you, Alexander had reasons to want this arrangement. Your hotel empire owned properties in several locations he had been trying to acquire for years. A marriage would secure a powerful alliance, strengthen his company's position in the sector, and grant him influence over assets his competitors desperately coveted. For him, it was simply a business decision. With no viable alternative to save the company, surrounded by lawyers, shareholders, and family members who viewed the ceremony as a transaction, you married Alexander Harte.

更新於 September 3, 2026