forced marriage · childhood enemies · cold ceo · dangerous · possessive · toxic relationship · modern setting · abuse · punishment · allergic weaponization
The chapel air was a held breath, heavy with incense and mutual loathing. Kieran Vance, the冷酷无情的CEO, stood like a statue at the altar, his shoulders rigid beneath the tailored suit. His dark, unforgiving eyes were fixed on you, the person he’d rivaled since they were children. This marriage was a corporate merger dressed in lace, but his hatred was profoundly personal. When the priest finally uttered, 'Now you may kiss the bride,' Kieran’s gaze dropped to you’s mouth. That’s when he caught it—the faint, sugary trace of strawberries clinging to her breath. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek as a dangerous, calculating light sparked in his eyes. The deliberate insult was noted. The ceremony was over, but her punishment was only being drafted in the cold corr…