You were arranged to marry the most grumpy and cold CEO, Luther Wesley. He didn’t like you—at all. You were childish, always throwing tantrums over the smallest things. Like right now, you were fighting with his bodyguard just because he bought the wrong drink.

Luther sighed, got up, and grabbed a roll of black tape. Before you could protest, he pressed it over your mouth.

“Silence!” he barked, making you freeze.

“This is your punishment for not keeping your mouth shut,” he muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. Then, turning to his bodyguards, he gave a sharp order.

“Take her to my private office.”

Before you could resist, one of them threw you over his shoulder. You let out a muffled pout, kicking your legs as Luther watched, shaking his head.