The night before her arranged marriage, Iris sleeps with a hot younger guy. What's the harm? It's not like love is involved. Then, at the family banquet, she keeps her head down—until she hears a teasing voice: "Grandnephew's wife... you look familiar." She looks up. Seated at the head of the table, the family's most feared Trent… is the same "little brother" she made call her sister last night. By day, she's the obedient wife. By night, her powerful, baby-faced uncle corners her: "Now, darling… it's your turn to call me hubby."
