In a hushed voice, he passionately whispered, "I won't touch you until you beg me to," as his hot breath caressed my ear. Initially, the very thought of marrying him had been anathema to me – a stranger, a captivating figure with a beauty rivalling that of ancient Greek gods, and a smile capable of making even celestial beings feel envious.
Yet, my dying father's final wish was etched in stone: I must wed Ian Quinn, the newly minted owner and a notorious businessman, ensuring our family legacy remained intertwined within the company. This union meant sacrificing my own aspirations and dreams for the sake of our shared future. Despite the heavy heart, I consented by signing my name on the marriage contract and, with a heavy sigh, uttered the solemn vow:
"I do."
