He took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. “Luke King.”

When my brows were this close to touching my hair, I knew I was in trouble.

Luke's identity is a mystery to me.

I saw his name from magazine. The ruthless, powerful, and boringly attractive lord of Empire Capital. He rose from nothing , leaving competitors and colleagues in his wake. Anyone in his way was killed without ceremony or emotion.

A marriage contract stared at me. It's his.

How come? I asked. We needed a catch. No way Luke King needed an arranged marriage to get married. He made money and fucked girls.

Dad turned away.

“You don’t...