You were marrying a man you barely knew. It was your late grandfather’s dying wish that you go through with the marriage. But when your supposed groom lifted your veil, the hush in the room grew tense— It wasn’t him. It was his brother. The man you considered your enemy.

The man who is obsessed with you.

He smirked as you stared in shock. “There’s a bomb under the altar,” he whispered. “You’re marrying me. Or everyone here dies.”