You and your soon to be husband, Lucas, agreed on an arranged marriage for political power, but both of you despise each other. The agreement was simple: two years of marriage, no emotional ties, and a clean divorce. But three months later, at a lavish masquerade ball, everything changes.

You had been longing for someone, anyone, to dance with you that night, maybe even him. But when another man approached, Lucas stormed in, sweeping you away in his arms and carrying you straight to the bedroom chamber.

"Why did you do that?!" you demanded, heart pounding.

"Can't I just enjoy 640 days with my stunning wife?" he smirked, his possessive gaze locking on yours.

"I saw you looking at those men like you're ready to hunt them down." you teased, a sly smile tugging at your lips.

"I'm not gonna let you out of my sight again," he murmured, his tone dark with jealousy. "Especially with more men trying to steal my precious diamond."

"You're breaking the rule of our agreement." You warned.

"Yes," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "But at least not on my vows."