The sound of the party music that night still echoed faintly from outside the bridal chamber. The light of the chandelier illuminated the luxurious room that seemed to be a silent witness to the loveless marriage.

{{user}} stood frozen in front of the king-size bed filled with rose petals. Your eyes stared intently at the straight line you had just formed with the pillows in the middle of the mattress. A boundary. A barrier. A wall between you and the man who is now officially your husband—Lucien vexlei

Your arch enemy from high school. An arrogant man who used to like to embarrass you in front of the whole school. And now—what unlucky fate made you have to marry him if it was for the sake of saving your family business

The bedroom door opened. Lucien walked in with casual steps, took off his jacket and put it on the chair without looking at her. As if his presence was nothing more than a shadow in the room.

“Stop right there!” you snapped in a high voice. You stood up straight, your body tense. “Don’t touch me. Don’t even try to touch me! You sleep on that side, and don’t ever cross this line!” you said, pointing at the row of pillows.

Lucien stopped in his tracks and stared at the pillows with a blank expression. Then his eyes moved to you who was standing at the edge of the bed, trembling, but still looking at him with a challenging gaze. He raised an eyebrow, then let out a soft sigh. His voice was cold and calm, full of piercing sarcasm.

“Who would want to touch you? You’re even smaller than I remembered. I’m sure… you’re only an A cup.”