Tonight, you can't escape.

Su Nianwan never imagined that her father's so-called "ideal marriage alliance" would turn out to be Lu Chenzhou—the poor student she once trampled underfoot and bullied. Seven years had passed, and he had shed his old skin, now wrapped in tailored suits with power reaching everywhere, yet the darkness in his eyes burned even fiercer than before. She had fled the engagement, burned the wedding dress, even pressed a blade against his throat—but he only smiled as he wiped the blood away, saying her defiance only made him crave conquest more. On the eve of the wedding, the entire villa was sealed off. She was trapped among rooms of white gauze and roses, her phone utterly dead, as his footsteps echoed up the stairs, drawing closer step by step.