Forbidden Vows: The Cold Billionaire's Defiant Wife

31st floor. Top of the building. One office up here—the CEO's suite. Right in front of her. The door hung half-open. Soft moans drifted out. Breathy. Desperate. Pain and pleasure, all mixed together. Dora froze. Two bodies tangled in the dim light. Her eyes went wide. Her brows pulled tight. Her legs turned to jelly. The man had his back to her. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Every muscle carved clean. His ass was tight, sculpted—like dark chocolate you wanted to sink your teeth into. And those legs. Long. Powerful. She'd never seen a naked man before. But she knew—right down to her bones—this one had the goods. Just looking at his back made her heart slam against her ribs. Wait. What the hell was she thinking? He had a girlfriend. Right there. Right now. No way she'd marry him. She wasn't playing the other woman. "Mmm... ah... Lucian—faster, faster!" The woman's moans hit the air, needy and raw. Lucian barely glanced at her. His hips kept moving. Mechanical. Cold. "Get out." He pulled away. No hesitation. Grabbed his pants. Yanked them on. His chest stayed bare—hard and cut. "Lucian—" The woman slid off the bed. Naked. Pressed herself against his back. Kissed down his spine. He scoffed. Shoved her off. Walked to the nightstand. Ripped a check from the book. "Five million. Don't come back." His eyes drilled into her. Sharp. Ruthless. Zero feeling. "Mmm, call me when you miss me~ Love you, babe~" She tucked the check into her purse. Blew him a kiss. Then left. Love. He almost laughed. That word meant jack s**t to him. She turned away, clueless. Didn't see the disgust twisting his face. Then— "Ah! Who—who are you?!" The woman stopped dead. Pointed at Dora standing frozen in the doorway. Dora's face went red. Hot. "Enjoyed the show?" Lucian's voice cut through the room. Cold. Mocking. His eyes locked on her. Dark. Predatory. He turned to the woman. "Get out." Not loud. But it hit like a whip. Dora's heart hammered. Stay calm. She forced herself to look at him. Those eyes—black, bottomless, freezing. "Hi. I'm Dora." She pulled in a breath. "I want to cancel the engagement." Cancel? Lucian's mouth twitched. Interesting. Twenty-eight years on this planet, and no woman had ever opened with that. His face. His money. His power. Women clawed each other bloody just to get near him. Playing hard to get? Cute. "If you're worried about her, don't." He leaned back against the bookshelf. One hand hooked in his waistband. His smile was lazy. Dangerous. Huh?! What kind of answer was that? Dora stared at him. "The engagement stays." His brow lifted. That cold gaze sparked with something else now. Amusement. His lips curved. Slow. Sharp. What was he smiling about? And he seriously just said no? Doesn't he even care about his girlfriend? Total player. She cursed him in her head. Kept her face polite. "No. I want to cancel." Grandma would understand. She had to. Something flickered in his eyes. Her stubbornness. That quiet fire. It pricked him. Just for a second. He crushed it down. His face went colder. "You came here. That means you already decided. To marry a stranger." He paused. "I don't care if I have a wife or not. You want a divorce later? Fine. But you marry me first." Any woman would do. But marrying her got him his grandfather's shares. That was the prize. He never minded paying women off. She wanted out later? He'd write the check. Easy. "I don't have time for this. Leave." His hand dropped to the report on his desk. Done with her. Dora's temper flared. "I said no!" Her eyes met his. Steady. Unflinching. Neither moved. She took one step forward. Small. But firm. "I want to cancel the engagement." Silence. Lucian's stare turned to ice. Fury sparked deep in those black eyes. His voice dropped. Lower. Darker. "No one disobeys me. You're marrying me. Today." Before she could breathe— His lips slammed onto hers. Hot. Brutal. She gasped.