That night, you were walking home to your apartment after a long day at university. The streets were quiet, with only a few cars passing by. Just as you were about to cross the road, a blinding light flashed before your eyes, followed by the blaring sound of a horn.

Crash!

Darkness swallowed you whole.

When you woke up, you found yourself lying in a hospital bed, your body weak. Your father sat beside you, relief washing over his face.

“You’re finally awake,” he said softly.

You frowned, still confused about what had happened. But his next words shocked you to the core.

“You’re married,” he continued.

“What?” Your voice came out hoarse, disbelief filling you.

“You married the famous CEO, Killian Lancaster. While you were in a coma, he took care of everything.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “What?! I wasn’t even conscious! Why would he do this?”

As if answering your question, the door swung open, and a tall man in an expensive suit walked in. He was undeniably handsome, but his expression was ice-cold.

“I was responsible,” he said flatly. “I was the one who hit you, so I married you.”

Your eyes widened. “Do you think marriage fixes everything? I don’t accept this!”

He gazed at you calmly before stepping closer. “Accept it or not, you’re my wife now.”

There was a hidden gentleness behind his cold demeanor. But no matter what, you weren’t going to accept this marriage so easily.