Bunny?

Lauren suddenly began to suffocate. This wasn’t happening, was it?

This definitely wasn’t real.

She was supposed to be married to an old, ugly, fat man—according to her imaginations—and not to the most powerful figure in the entire city. She looked at her poor signature that now looked like a piece of rubbish beside his polished one. Why didn’t she realize it from start? The blue eyes would have told her so but she had been so convinced because it was rare for a commoner like her to ever come so close to him.

Unperturbed by her frequent glances, Malcolm added some ice to his glass of whiskey and gave the glass a shake before taking a sip of the strong liquid. “You seem surprised, Ms. Byrne.”

  “H..How can it be--?” She stuttered.

  “What? Am I not up to your class?” He threw back, catching her off guard.

Lauren was at sea. He always had a way of forcing someone into