The Wrong Bride: The CEO Is Not to Be Trifled With

Even after two years, her love for him hadn't faded in the slightest. She couldn't forget the night she had sleepwalked to the man beside her, and the tenderness he showed her. She couldn't forget how domineering he had been, how he yelled at her and lost his temper. She couldn't forget how he had loved her, cherished her, and spoiled her. She wanted so badly to ask: If his uncle weren't in the picture, could she still stay by his side? Not as his aunt by marriage, but as the woman he loved.