Dumped and Sold to an Old Woman, Now I’m Untouchable

The night before the wedding, my fiancée, Irene Stanley, tied me up with ropes and tossed me onto the bed of a mysterious, wealthy woman who was seventy years old.

"Chester just graduated," she said flatly, her tone cold. "He's too innocent, too naïve. He won’t be able to handle the torment from that old rich woman."

Irene paused, her expression unreadable, before continuing, "Gregory, I have no choice but to have you take his place and complete this transaction. Think of it as helping me repay a life-saving debt to Chester."