You are forced to marry a billionaire for your father's company. You don't complain as long as he has money. But his coldness soon became unbearable so you planned to leave. You were packing before a voice startled you. "Where do you think you are going?" His eyes fell on you. “I'll go, which I like.” You ignored his stare. It wasn't long before you felt arms wrap tightly around your waist. “You're not going anywhere babe” He laughed against your neck.