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"I’d rather die than be yours!" I screamed, stepping back. He advanced, my eyes boring holes in him my grip tight on the gun as I pressed it against my temple.

I would rather die than let him have me.

A scream tore from my lips as the gun fired. My hand fell to my side as tears streamed down my face.

He fired!?

Before I could process anything, pick my gun up, he had me pinned, pushing me toward the railing. My upper body bent over as I met his emotionless gaze.

"You die when I say you die," he said, pulling me close. "And right now, I am far from done with you. I will never be done with you." He whispered, lips brushing mine. We were breathing the same air, hearts racing in sync.

Tears streamed down my face, my legs too weak to hold me upright as the door opened and he stepped in, his smile vanishing the moment he saw me.

"Wildflower… what happened!?" he asked, kneeling in front of me, pulling me closer.

Anger surged through me, and I shoved him away.

"I thought fate forced us together… but it was you… you turned my life into your game!" I screamed, tears pouring down, my whole body trembling with the intensity of my words.

"Wildflower, listen—" His voice faltered as I gripped his collar, holding him close.

My bloodshot eyes met his, searching for emotion but finding none.

"Congratulations… you won," I said, my words quivering as I pushed him away, only to yelp as he pulled me flush against him.

"Yes, I planned this marriage…" he confessed, his words shattering my heart into a thousand pieces as the love I had for him crumbled. "And the best part?" he growled, pulling me closer, his grip on my waist painfully tight. "You can't escape me now."

"You think this marriage makes me yours!?" I spat, pressing the knife deeper into his flesh, A frown crossed my face, as his smirk only widened.

"Yours!? Oh, kitten… you've already been mine," he whispered, holding me by the waist. My eyes widened in shock, he was no longer tied. How!?

A yelp escaped me as I realized the knife was no longer in my hand, but his. In a swift motion, he flipped us, now hovering above me.

"Every inch of you, every heartbeat—you belong to me, whether you hate me or not," he breathed, tracing the sharp edge of the knife across my bare skin, tearing through my blouse.

"And trust me," he continued, "I'll make sure you feel it… in every way you can't resist." My whole body ignited as he toyed with the last button holding my blouse together with the knife.