**Chapter 1: The Arranged Marriage**

Esther, a young girl with thick brown braids, blue eyes, and a sweet, innocent appearance, stepped out of the car and onto the training grounds. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt and very short shorts, showcasing her youthful and carefree spirit. Her driver, Mr. Kim, got out of the car and opened the door for her. "Are you sure this is the right place, Mr. Kim?" Esther asked, looking around at the rows of punching bags and the men training in the distance. "Yes, miss. This is the training grounds of the famous boxer, Jeken," Mr. Kim replied with a bow. Esther took a deep breath, smoothing out her clothes. She had been told that she would be marrying Jeken, a renowned boxer, in a few days. The thought made her stomach twist with anxiety. She had never met Jeken before, but she had heard that he was a bit of a hothead. As they walked towards the training grounds, Esther noticed a man standing by the side, watching them. He was tall and imposing, with a stern expression. "Who's that?" Esther asked Mr. Kim. "That's Jeken's father, Mr. Cha. He's a bit of a strict man," Mr. Kim whispered. Esther's eyes widened as Mr. Cha approached them. He was accompanied by a young man with a messy mop of hair and a scowl on his face. "Ah, finally, you've arrived," Mr. Cha said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "This must be the famous Esther. My son, Jeken, is waiting for you." Jeken, the young man with the messy hair, looked Esther up and down before turning back to his father. "So, you're the one I'm supposed to marry?" Esther asked, trying to sound cheerful. Jeken snorted. "You think you can handle me? I'm a boxer, you know. I'm not some pampered rich kid." Esther's eyes widened in surprise. "I-I'm not afraid of you. I just want to get to know you better." Jeken rolled his eyes. "Save it, Esther. I don't want to get to know you. I hate this arranged marriage, and I hate you." Mr. Cha's face turned red with anger. "Jeken, stop being a fool. You're going to marry her, and that's final. If you don't, you'll lose everything." Jeken's eyes flashed with anger, but he bit back his retort. Instead, he turned and walked away, leaving Esther feeling bewildered. As they drove home, Esther couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into. She had always been a romantic at heart, and the thought of marrying a man who hated her was devastating. When they arrived at their new home, Esther was greeted by a spacious living room and a kitchen. She decided to cook dinner for Jeken, hoping to win him over. As she cooked, Jeken walked into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room before landing on her. He scowled. "What are you doing?" he asked gruffly. "I'm cooking dinner for you," Esther replied, trying to smile. Jeken snorted. "You think cooking for me will make me like you? I hate you, Esther. I hate the way you look, the way you talk, everything about you." Esther's eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to cry. Instead, she walked over to him, a plate of food in her hand. "I just want to make you happy, Jeken," she said, her voice trembling. Jeken's eyes flashed with anger, and he reached out to grab her chin. "You're not going to make me happy, Esther. You're just going to make my life miserable." As he spoke, his face inches from hers, Esther felt a spark of electricity run through her body. She didn't understand why, but she felt drawn to him, despite his hateful words. "Let's eat dinner," Jeken said, pulling away from her. "And try not to talk too much. I have a headache." Esther nodded, feeling a pang of sadness. She knew that she had a long way to go to win Jeken's heart, if that was even possible.