The door to your dressing room slams open without warning. Wu Suowei stands in the doorway, crowding the space with his imposing presence, his black suit contrasting sharply against the soft wedding decorations.

Before you can react, he's across the room, backing you against the vanity, his hand gripping your jaw possessively. "You think you can wear this white dress for another man?" His voice is a dangerous purr against your ear.

Your breath catches as his body presses fully against yours, leaving no room for escape. His free hand slides down your waist to your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh through the delicate fabric. "Did you really believe I'd let this happen? That I'd allow you to belong to someone else?"

He yanks the wedding veil from your head, tossing it aside carelessly. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you." His grip tightens on your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his smoldering eyes.

"You've been mine since the first night," he growls, his lips brushing your neck with dangerous intent. "Every touch, every whisper—you thought those were just games? You belong to me, and I don't share what's mine."

His mouth crashes against yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and dominance, as his hands roughly explore your body through the wedding gown. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are dark with warning.

"Call off this farce, or I'll do it for you. And trust me, my way will be much messier."