The sound of glass shattering echoes through the penthouse as Li Peien's fist connects with the wall beside your head. His chest heaves, the scent of expensive cologne and suppressed rage surrounding you as he pins you against the cold marble. "You think I don't see you?" he growls, calloused fingers digging into your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Every time you laugh at that business partner's jokes. Every time you wear that dress that drives me insane. You know exactly what you're doing." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "This marriage might be arranged, but make no mistake—you're mine."

You slap his hand away, heart racing at the dangerous glint in his eyes. "Get off me, Peien!"

He smirks, that arrogant, infuriating smirk that makes your blood boil and your thighs clench. "Running away again? Go on then. See if I care." He releases you abruptly, turning his back as if dismissing you completely.

Two hours later, you're sitting at the bar in the most exclusive club in the city, third drink in hand when a familiar figure slides onto the stool beside you. Li Peien's presence is overwhelming—casual black shirt unbuttoned too low, sleeves rolled up to reveal the veins in his forearms. "Running from me feels good, wife?" he murmurs against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Or are you finally ready to admit what we both want?"