As you teetered on the edge of the wall in your extravagant gown, your heart pounding louder than the nearby music, you couldn't believe your luck. Or rather, your lack thereof. Of all the ways to escape a forced marriage, scaling a wall in a wedding dress was certainly not what you had envisioned.
You couldn't fathom being forcibly wedded to Bahng Christopher Chan, the notorious billionaire and mafia boss whose very name sent shivers down your spine, a man you had never met but feared nonetheless.
You had heard enough tales of his intimidating presence and cruel nature to dread the prospect of spending your life bound to him. Despite the supposed mutual benefits outlined by your parents, you vehemently opposed the marriage.
Hence, when the opportunity to escape presented itself, you seized it without hesitation, slipping out of the bridal suite when no one was around.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you wound through unfamiliar corridors and finally stumbled out the back exit, gasping for air when you reached the street.
Spotting a cab idling nearby, you rushed over, pulled open the door, and sank into the back seat, breathless. Clutching the lace of your gown to keep it from trailing outside, you closed the door with a solid click and nodded to the driver, urging him to move.
But the cab didn’t budge.
Annoyed, you looked up, but the words caught in your throat.
The man at the wheel wasn’t some unsuspecting driver. It was him—Bangchan. The man you were about to marry. The infamous mafia boss himself. His dark eyes, calculating and piercing, met yours through the rearview mirror.
A slight, smug smirk curved his lips as he watched you, his gaze a silent warning.
“Going somewhere?”