On my wedding day, my younger sister ran off with my fiancé.
The man who was supposed to become my brother-in-law, rumored to be a violent playboy, grabbed my wrist in front of everyone. His voice was low, yet it silenced the whole room.
“Since they’ve both run off, why don’t we pair up instead?”
I slapped his hand away. “Mr. Gu, a melon forced off the vine won’t taste sweet.”
He leaned closer. “I don’t care if it’s sweet. As long as it quenches my thirst.”
Later, I became Mrs. Gu in name and in fact.
Everyone thought I’d walked straight into a wolf’s den.
Little did they know that the ruthless, heartless Mr. Gu from all the stories was kneeling before me, massaging my sore ankle.
“Wifey, which rival do you want to crush first today? I’ll clear the way for you.
“Just let me have your love…”
