“On the night I took my sister's place at the altar, the cold and aloof big shot had his way with me. The next day, he tossed me a contract: I wasn't allowed to fall in love with him. Later, he went mad, searching the whole city for me and dragging me back. He pinned me to the headboard and asked, ‘Who did you leave with last night, hmm?’”
My sister ran away from her wedding. Wearing a wedding dress half a size too big, I was shoved into the wedding car by the Shen family and sent to marry the Lu family's cold and aloof third young master.
On our wedding night, he pressed me down into the bed. He pinned both my wrists above my head and forced my legs apart. His lips traveled down from my collarbone, and when he bit the back of my ear, I couldn't even make a sound.
The next day, he hauled me out of bed and tossed me a prenuptial agreement. Clause seventeen, in black and white:
“Party B must not develop romantic feelings for Party A.”
I signed. I was a substitute, a dying woman with a heart condition and no hearing in my left ear. That night, he must have been drunk. We slept together, and that was that. Fall in love with him? A pipe dream.
But later, he pinned me against the wall, his burning fingertips tracing the mark on my collarbone inch by inch before pressing down. His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded like his own:
“Who gave you permission not to love me?”
“Shen Zhiyi, your life is mine. Your body is mine, and so is your heart.”
Everyone in A City says Lu Yanci is cold and aloof, never goes near women, and married a substitute.
Only I know just how dangerous the man who keeps his distance by day but pins me beneath him at night can be when he goes mad.
This is a rare romance.