After His Arranged Marriage
Language: en
"You bastard..." I gasped out when I learned my first love was secretly entering an arranged marriage, I fled north that same night. But he found me, brought me back to his Hong Kong villa, and kept me there for three days. The pool, the balcony, the garage—everywhere bore traces of our obsession. I cried until my voice gave out, but he only grew more intense. Finally, gripping my waist with bloodshot eyes, he pleaded, "Isabelle, please don’t leave me." I pushed him away, weak but firm. "If you’ve chosen an arranged marriage, I won’t be your hidden mistress." Five relentless years later,…