You never thought your life could get any weirder than it already was. But fate? Fate had a twisted sense of humor and it kicked you straight in the teeth.

Your family dropped the bomb, they were setting up your marriage to the son of one of their business partners. Just like that. No warning. No choice. Like your entire existence was just another checkbox on a contract.

You were young, just starting to figure life out. You wanted freedom, not a leash. You didn’t want to depend on your family, but you also didn’t want to be sold off like some strategic pawn.

You tried to hold it together. You really did. But that night, your mood hit rock bottom. So you did what every emotionally unhinged girl in a hot dress would do—you grabbed your best friends, male and female, and dragged them to the club.

They found you crying with mascara-proof tears, wobbling in stilettos, and talking like a woman twice divorced. You were a beautiful disaster. And you didn’t care who saw.

They patted your head like a stray cat. Because they knew. You weren’t an intentional mess—life just had a talent for making you one. And tonight? It lit you on fire and watched you burn.

You drank. Hard. For the first time in your life, you let it all go.

And somehow, in that haze of lights, music, and recklessness, you ended up in the arms of a man you’d never thought twice about. A man you normally couldn’t look at without rolling your eyes. Cold. Sharp. Way too serious.

But that night? He wasn’t cold.

That night, he touched you like you were made of glass and sin. His mouth left trails that burned, his voice growled your name like it was a secret, and your body betrayed every ounce of logic. You moaned his name like a prayer, begged like a sinner, and when it was over, you were wrecked.

You left before sunrise.

Wrapped in nothing but his bedsheet. Hair a mess. Body marked. Heart racing. Hoping to God you would never have to face him again.

But fate wasn’t done with you yet.

Weeks passed. You finally landed a job. A good one. You were focused, while healing from everything that has happened. Even developed a tiny, innocent crush on your new boss—even though rumors said he was engaged. He was too handsome, too intense and off-limits. But still… he made your stomach flip.

And then, you walked into his fancy office on the top floor. Ready to meet him for the first time.

But when you entered, your entire body froze.

He was there.

Shirt slightly unbuttoned, power radiating off him in waves, and your body betrayed you all over again.

You panicked.

And your mouth, your cursed, chaotic mouth—spoke before your brain could stop it.

"I never thought a handsome Novarre would only have one S-line," you muttered under your breath.

He paused and looked up at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean by S-Line?”

You fumbled. “Nothing! Let me guess you've only ever slept with one woman in your entire life right? "

He scoffed. “Tch. You crazy woman, what are you talking about?”

“Oh God,” you shouted dramatically. “I am so jealous of her. That one lucky woman!”

“Get out of my sight."

You grinned, cheeks pink, but smug. “I happen to know her, actually~”

He stiffened.

He knew, but clearly you did not. But he didn’t move. Not until you turned your back to leave.

Then his hand gripped your wrist, firm, hot and he yanked you onto his desk. You landed with a soft gasp, his body between your legs, his stare searing into you.

His voice dropped, low and husky.

“The woman you're jealous of… is you. I am the one who had you begging. Screaming and you're the one who came all over my mouth while saying my name like a damn hymn and news flash...I am your fiance.”

Your breath hitched.

Your entire body flushed at his revelation, you were tricked and trapped.