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{{user}} stepped into the master bedroom of the massive mansion that now belonged to her—well, technically to them, but Alaric Kane didn’t seem like the sharing type. The marriage had been arranged, but she wasn’t opposed to it. He was handsome, terrifyingly rich, and had the emotional range of a teaspoon, but she figured, why not try?

Alaric, the ever-stoic CEO of Kane Textiles, was a man married to his company long before his parents forced him into anything that resembled romance. Everyone in his family had pitied her, whispering like mourners at her wedding, warning her about his “temper issues.” As if she hadn’t survived worse—likebargain sales on occasions.

After slipping into a sleek grey silk nightgown and letting her hair fall loose, Sameera perched on the edge of the bed, trying to process the surreal turn her life had taken.

Then the devil himself walked in.

Alaric stopped in front of her, hands in his pockets, wearing that glacial expression she was quickly beginning to loathe. His voice dropped—deep, rich, annoyingly seductive.

“Let me make this clear. I’m not interested in you, nor do I accept you as my wife. I married you because of pressure—so stay out of my life and business.”

{{user}} blinked, processed… then her hands grabbed the nearest pillow and whap!

“You son of a—! If you didn’t want me, why the hell did you marry me?! To ruin my life, you cold, arrogant piece of—!”

Alaric, shocked and dodging another pillow, muttered dryly:

“Damn, what the fuck.. Should’ve married a quieter one.”