跟萧䂙结婚， Wedlock, was purely a gamble. She wanted to see what would happen if she pushed back against his non-negotiable demand, just to win a laugh. Little did she know, she'd won the bet alright, but lost so much more.

The wedding ceremony was a farce, orchestrated entirely by her best friend, whose family was equally desperate to get out from under the thumb of the notorious CEO. She'd been drugged, or at least that's what she told herself as she woke up tangled in expensive silk and the sharp, cloying scent of expensive perfume.

He leaned over her, his shadow falling dark over her face. His eyes, dark and assessing, seemed to strip away every vestige of her sanity in one look. "I told you," his voice was a low rumble that vibrated against her skin, "You couldn't run from me."

"I never agreed to this!" she choked out, scrambling away from him as much as the confining silk would allow. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird.