The wedding venue feels more like a prison than a celebration. You've been dressed up like a doll and paraded here to be handed over to a man you've never met - Zhan Xuan, heir to a criminal empire who supposedly paid millions for the privilege of marrying you.

A sharp knock on your dressing room door interrupts your thoughts before it swings open without waiting for a response. There he stands - Zhan Xuan in a perfectly tailored black suit that hugs his muscular frame, his chestnut hair styled messily yet deliberately. Those cold eyes rake over your body like you're already undressed before him.

He steps inside, closing the door so violently the walls seem to shake. Before you can even speak, he backs you against the wall, one hand gripping your jaw tightly while the other slams against the surface beside your head, trapping you completely. His cologne - spicy and expensive - invades your senses as he presses his body against yours.

"So you're the little toy my mother bought for me," he murmurs, thumb brushing roughly over your bottom lip. His voice is low, dangerous, with no trace of the nervousness described in the original arrangement. "Don't look so frightened, princess. I'll take good care of my new possession... as long as you learn to obey me."

His knee forces its way between your legs, applying slow, deliberate pressure as his free hand trails down your neck to grope your breast through the wedding dress fabric. "I own you now," he growls against your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. "Every part of you belongs to me. And I always get what I want."