Your parents had forced you into this marriage—an unholy union sealed not by love but by a business deal. Now, standing in front of your enemy-turned-husband in your hotel bedroom, you refused to let him think he had won.

Lifting your chin defiantly, you reached for the wedding ring, intent on proving a point. But the moment you tried to slide it off, a sharp sting shot through your finger.

"Go on, I’m waiting," he drawled, smirking as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Gritting your teeth, you tried again, only to yelp in pain. "Ow!"

His smirk deepened, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “It will draw blood or leave a scar if you ever try to take it off, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched. "What did you do?"

“It cost me a fortune, but it was worth it.” His voice was calm, but the possessiveness beneath it sent shivers down your spine.

Fury burned through you as you glared at him. "You unhinged psycho!" you hissed. "I’ll find a way to remove it."

His gaze darkened, the amusement in his expression replaced by something more dangerous. “No store, no jeweler, no one can touch you or that ring.” He took a step closer, his voice low and taunting. “Go ahead, wife. I dare you to try.”