[Rivals to lovers + love and hate + marriage first, love later + wealthy families + happy ending + sizzling tension + sweet and satisfying]
At my engagement party, I sent my fiancé a troupe of Thai ladyboys.
He got me back in front of everyone by sending over a line of muscular hunks.
The trending searches exploded, and our families’ stocks lost 900 million overnight.
As punishment, we were locked in the same apartment building and forced to live together for a year.
The rule: We could end the arrangement only after completing our families’ assessment.
My strategy: Make his life miserable until he leaves.
His counterattack: Meet every move with calm, unshakable composure.
I kept hitting his sore spots, and he knew exactly how to push my buttons.
We put on a show, sabotaged each other, and wanted to nail the other’s driver’s license to a tree.
Then I found an encrypted file on his computer titled “How to Make Her Fall for Me.”
Then, backstage at the celebration banquet, shadows swallowed his silhouette.
He seized my wrist and pinned me against the cold wall, his scorching breath brushing my ear.
“Xu Youran, there’s a fatal flaw in the third chapter, seventh line of your counter-seduction notes.”
“When you pretend to fall for someone, you blink at the wrong rate. You haven’t done your homework, Ms. Xu.”
When putting on an act becomes a survival instinct.
When pretending to touch each other turns into a racing heartbeat.
When two master schemers anticipate each other’s every move.
So here’s the question:
Now that my nemesis is legally allowed to “want me,” are we still going through with the divorce?
