He didn't marry {{user}} out of love. He married her to destroy her. To make her suffer.

Standing across from her in this grand, suffocating hall, Ryan clenched His jaw as the priest declared them husband and wife. She looked stunning, the kind of beauty that could make anyone fall to their knees. But to Him, she was nothing more than a pawn—a necessary step in his plan to ruin her life, the way her family ruined his.

Her hand felt cold in his when they exchanged rings, her eyes burning with the same hatred he felt in his chest.

Perfect. She hated him as much as he hated her, and that would make this all the more satisfying.

"Smile for the cameras," he whispered deeply in her ear, his lips brushing the edge of her veil. "Wouldn’t want the world to know how much you despise your husband already, would you?"

This marriage was nothing but A Sham, A battlefield. And he was determined to win.