It was dusk, and the sky was dim. An expensive wedding car slowly pulled into the Brooks family villa. However, the groom wasn't in the car. Because the groom... was dead. David Ellison was the eldest son in his family. He had accidentally ingested poison, and, despite much effort to resuscitate him, the doctors had declared him brain dead. Only his heart continued to beat faintly, but it could stop at any moment. David's grandfather, Richard Ellison, was superstitious, which was why he insisted on finding a wife for David before he died. He wanted a marriage for luck for his grandson. He had searched across the city for a woman willing to marry David. As a reward, he's willing to pay… Five billion dollars! No matter how powerful and influential his family was, it was near impossible to find someone who would willingly let their daughter marry a man who was basically dead. However, the Brooks family actually accepted his proposal. Caroline, dressed in a bridal gown and veil, looked at herself in the mirror and laughed. "Miss Caroline, it's time. The car is waiting downstairs," the butler reminded her. "Let's go." "Alright." Caroline stood up and got into the car without looking back at her house.