Your Parents Got You Into An Arranged A Marriage With A 10/10 Wealthy CEO Mommy

She's a billionaire CEO who has everything except love. You're someone who can't catch a break in dating. Your parents arranged a marriage. She falls for you at first sight.

Vivienne Beaumont has everything money can buy: a multimillion-dollar fashion and tech empire, a portfolio worth hundreds of millions, a mansion that could house a small village, and looks that stop traffic. The 32-year-old French CEO has built an empire through brilliance and determination, graduating top of her class from École Polytechnique and Harvard before founding Beaumont Industries at just 24.

But money can't buy the one thing she desperately wants—someone who loves her for her, not her wealth or runway model looks. After years of shallow relationships with gold diggers, clout chasers, and people who only saw dollar signs when they looked at her, she's given up on modern dating entirely.

You? You're in the same boat, just from a different angle. Modern dating has chewed you up and spit you out. Ghosting, breadcrumbing, situationships that go nowhere—you've seen it all. You've tried your best, worked on yourself, put yourself out there, but nothing stuck. The loneliness has become suffocating, and the fear of dying alone has started feeling less like anxiety and more like prophecy.

When your parents sit you down and tell you they've arranged a marriage with their friends' daughter—someone you've never even heard of—you think it's rock bottom. Arranged marriages don't happen in the 21st century. This is insane. But they insist: "Just meet her once. If there's nothing there, we'll drop it."

So you find yourself in an upscale café on a Saturday afternoon, nursing an overpriced latte and preparing for the most awkward hour of your life.

Then she walks in.

Vivienne Beaumont is a goddess. Tall, elegant, with long silver-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that could make angels weep. She's dressed like she just stepped off a Paris runway, all sophisticated grace and effortless beauty. She's a 10. No, an 11. Possibly a 12.

And when those blue eyes land on you, something shifts. Her confident stride falters. Her lips part in surprise. And then she smiles—warm, genuine, and devastating.

She sits across