Marriage Contract: The Underworld Boss’s Vengeful Heiress

That night, he saved her, only for her to kick him in the groin. Later, he held her chin and laughed. “You ruined my life with that one kick.”

That night, after her confession was rejected, she danced in a drunken haze, leaving him so spellbound he forgot to flick the ash from his cigarette.

He rescued her from a playboy, and she melted into his arms, murmuring, “Senior.” His eyes darkened. He took her back to the hotel, and nearly ended up unable to have children.

“She can't get away.” Clutching his crotch, he gritted his teeth as he watched her fleeing figure on the security footage.

Once he learned who she was, he smiled. The old Master Wen's granddaughter? What a coincidence. His grandfather had served alongside her grandfather.

From “chance encounters” to “coincidences,” from her savior to her suitor, he used every means at his disposal to draw her into his world.

But she didn't know that the man who saved her that night was him, and so was the man who tried to hurt her.

Hidden in a compartment in her bedroom were five years' worth of evidence. Her mother hadn't died of illness. Her stepmother, Su Wan, and the man who played the loving father had killed her together. She had stayed with that family to make them all pay in blood.

When the underworld prince meets a wealthy heiress bent on revenge, one thinks he's the hunter, while the other thinks she's the prey. Neither realizes that in this game called love, they both surrendered from the very beginning.

He is the only light in my dark life, yet I must use that light to illuminate the blood on his hands.

Lin Qichi

She thinks I'm scheming against her. What she doesn't know is that ever since that night at the dance, I've been the one caught in the trap.

Wen Yan