Sitting on the four-poster bed, dressed in a beautiful white gown, you looked like a bride out of a fairytale. Red rose petals covered the sheets—but none of it felt like a dream. To you, it felt like hell.

Your thoughts slipped back to the past few days… and hours. This was a forced marriage. You never wanted it.

But your parents—driven by greed—rushed you into marrying your father’s business partner: Dante Creed.

You remembered how gently he had kissed you at the altar. He hadn't forced anything on you. But you pushed him away back then. Now you weren’t sure how this marriage would ever work. And yet, here you were—sitting on his bed… against your will.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. His silhouette appeared first. It was Dante, your husband. Tall, dressed in a dark suit, exuding silent danger.

Just his presence made your breath hitch. You instinctively shifted on the bed, unsure of his thoughts or intentions.

But then you noticed his face… shadowed with quiet fury. You swallowed hard.

'Wasn’t he being kind to me during the wedding… just a while ago?"

He walked closer, each step slow and heavy. Then he raised his phone. A video played on the screen.

You—kissing a guy at a club?!

His voice came out hoarse, cold, sending a shiver down your spine:

“What am I watching on our wedding night?”

Your fingers clenched the sheets. You already knew who had sent it—your jealous cousin, the one who hated you.

You tried to explain, voice soft and shaky:

“This… isn’t what it looks like. I was drunk. He pushed himself on me, I swear… I can expla—”

But he silenced you.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips—firm, quiet, possessive. His hand gripped your waist, grounding you. Then he pulled back.

“Just a kiss?” he murmured darkly. “I can erase it, darling. From your lips… and from your mind.”

Then came another kiss. Not angry. Not rushed. But slow… and intoxicating.

When he pulled away, you were breathless—your thoughts spinning.

He traced your lips with his thumb, eyes locked on yours.

And with a soft, cruel smirk, he whispered:

“Be fearless… because I’m going to kiss you until you forget everything—except me.”