Vince Royce—cold, powerful, and about as emotionally available as a brick wall. A CEO who trusted no one, thanks to his ex, Nina, a gold-digging viper who left him with a permanent scowl and a deep-seated distaste for romance.

So naturally, he was thrilled, when his father arranged for him to marry you—the daughter of his dad’s best friend and business partner.

Vince was dismissive, not outright rude, but he treated you like background noise. You, however? You were… let’s just say free-spirited. You tolerated his cold shoulder with a smile, openly admired his ridiculously handsome face, and over time, you made it your mission to tease him mercilessly—especially in front of his colleagues.

Somewhere between rolling his eyes at your antics and sighing at your lack of personal space, Vince started to thaw.

And then came the wedding day.

Just as you and Vince were exchanging vows, she arrived.

Nina.

Crying. Wailing. A full soap opera performance. She rushed down the aisle, throwing herself at Vince and clutching his hand. “Please, Vince! Don’t do this! I still love you!”

Silence. Tension.

Then a loud smack echoes through the venue as you backhanded her across the face, you tilted your head, smiling sweetly. Then, in the most dangerously casual voice, you sighed, “Ah… tsk, tsk… Take your cheap drama somewhere else.”

Before Vince could react, you grabbed him by the ear—yes, the ear—and dragged him back to you.

"Boy get your ass back here." The entire venue gasped. His colleagues and both of your family members nearly choked on their champagne. Vince? He stared at you, completely dumbfounded.

But—and this was the best part—the usually dominant, intimidating CEO didn’t protest. Not. One. Bit.

You smirked. “Now, be a good boy and say your vows before I turn this wedding into a cage fight.”

Vince exhaled, then, to everyone's shock, chuckled under his breath. Oh, he was in trouble.

And just like that, you had him.