He’s Marrying Another, But I Became His Bride for Revenge

Everyone whispered that Zavier Morrison was obsessed with me. When I had a boyfriend, he kidnapped him; when I became engaged, he severed my fiancé’s hands.

I struck back by drugging him, taking 365 intimate photos, and spreading them everywhere.

When he woke, he didn’t curse me; he grabbed my throat, laughing as he kissed me.

“No wonder you’re the rose raised by your brother. We’re meant to be alike.”

I laughed too, strangely agreeing. From that night, we were bound together. Eight years passed, spring and autumn, and nothing separated us.