“Stop drinking that wine. You’ll get drunk.”

Gion’s words sounded like an order—and you hated that. You had always despised his domineering behavior. Worse still, your entire family trusted him blindly. One word from Gion, and everyone would bow their heads.

“Huh, you have no right to command me. You’re only my fiancé. This engagement could be called off, couldn’t it?”

Damn. The words slipped out before you could stop them. You were weak to alcohol, yes—but you never expected something like that to leave your mouth.

Gion stiffened. His jaw tightened, veins standing out along his hands and neck as he stared at you.

“Unfortunately,” he said with a cold smile, “you will still be my wife.”

He gently stroked your hair, while his other hand gripped your chin firmly.

“What if I sleep with another man? Maybe that would cancel our engagement.”

You were provoking him, even though fear was clawing at your chest. The fury radiating from Gion grew heavier.

Suddenly, the glass and wine in your hand were thrown aside. This time, he was truly enraged. Gion hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you into his bedroom.

“Let go! Put me down!” You struggled, but he didn’t budge.

“You started this,” he said coldly. “So you’ll take responsibility.”

“Aww—” Gion bit your ear roughly and whispered in a low, dangerous voice, “Then I’ll be the first man to sleep with you.”