Lightning rushed angrily across the sky, thunder shaking the windows of the luxury car as rain fell hard like a waterfall blocking any view to the outside. Parked on the side of the road the windows fogged by the heavy breathing. The man pressed against her firmly, his movements hungry and filled with need, fiercely pounding into her again and again.

"Don't—" June pleaded. A thundering boom of lightning waking her from the dream.

How did she dream about that day again?

June chewed her lower lip painfully, heart still racing, a cool sweat coating her skin and causing her body to tremble slightly in pain.

Eyes adjusting to the light, before she could calm down, she looked around the unfamiliar room. Confusion sinking in before the haze finally wore off and she remembered that tonight was her wedding night.

This is her new house!

Thinking of this, June lowered her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes. Laughing lowly to herself, a mocking, sad laugh of disbelief.

A few days ago, I experienced betrayal, cheating and divorce, and today I was sold by my parents to this family in a flash.

Their silver tongues striking a deal not only for a huge dowry for the family, but also saving my sister from this marriage.

Now I must marry this disabled, violent, moody man in New York City.

Suddenly, the door opened, my body tensed. I grabbed the blanket to cover myself, gripping the end so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tossing it violently at one end then the other to try to cover everything.

The sound of the wheelchair rubbing the floor gradually became clear. I did not dare to come out of this position or move an inch as the sound grew louder as it got closer.

Through the darkness, I can see a figure getting closer and closer...

When the body approached, there was still a chill, I was shocked, finding that my feet were still exposed outside the blanket, immediately retracting my feet. At that moment, a large hand came over and grabbed both ankles in one hand.

Frightened, I curled my little feet up tighter into a ball, and the five pink little toes desperately gathered together.

Just when I was overwhelmed, the man's soft laughter suddenly came from the man. A low, cello-like sound filled with irresistible charm.

"Stop, stop!" I finally couldn't bear it and went to grab his big hand.

My body trembled violently I stumbled to say, "Astor! Astor, please you can’t do this, I..."

"No. I can’t?” He replied

My body stiffened; I knew he could feel me trembling through the blanket were his large hand still held my ankles in place.

"Oh, such a shy reaction, pretending to be so coy." His deep voice, full of mockery.

Hearing his words, my eyes went wide. All the air seemed to leave the room and the very bed shrank. The distance between us becoming uncomfortable small. Could he...