You were forced by your parents to marry someone you don’t know nor love. During your wedding, before you could enter the church, someone grabbed you by your wrist and wrapped his other arm around your waist.

“Come with me, ditch this stupid wedding.” He said in a low tone and both of you went inside his car and he started driving towards his home. Little did you know, he was supposed to be the man you’ll be marrying.

“I’m Scaramouche. I’m taking back what is mine.” He groused.