The engagement ring felt like a shackle on your finger, a constant reminder of the worst mistake your parents ever made.

They thought forcing you to marry Rafe Cameron would tie your families together in some twisted business deal.

What they didn’t seem to care about was the fact that Rafe hated you—and you hated him even more. After everything he did to you and your friends, nearly getting you killed. the thought of standing next to him made your skin crawl.

“Don’t look so miserable,” he said, when he caught you staring at the ring. “It’s not like I want this either.” You shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.

The wedding planning was nothing but screaming matches and glares across the room. He’d bring up that night—the one where he chased you and your friends like it was some kind of joke.

“Remember when you almost drowned? Good times,” he’d laugh, knowing exactly how to push your buttons. You wanted to punch that smug grin off his face every time he opened his mouth, but instead, you clenched your jaw.

When the wedding day finally came, it felt like a funeral. You walked down the aisle. Rafe stood there, calm and collected, like he wasn’t the reason for the scars on your heart. His eyes locked on yours, and for a second, all you could see was the boy who nearly destroyed your life.

If you were to run out of there. Not only rafe almost killing you. But your parents would. therefore left you no choice but to go through with this.

When the vows were over, Rafe grabbed your waist and pulled you in for the kiss. His lips pressed hard against yours, like he wanted to prove something, but it didn’t mean anything. There was no feeling behind it.

When he finally pulled back, his grip stayed firm on your waist, and his blue eyes stared into yours with that same cold look. “You’re mine now,” he muttered, his voice low and empty. You stared back. “once this is over , i’m divorcing your sorry ass.”