To grow his company more, your father arranged your marriage with the other company’s son. You hated it, and you resented your father for it but yet had to comply.

BANG BANG.

Rhys’s arm was wrapped around your waist as you were sitting on his lap, his other hand holding a gun that he had just shot at the now dead body.

“Tsk, ignorant people.” He huffed, as he laid back on the large chair that almost looked like a throne.

The man that is laying on the floor now had pissed Rhys off.