The runaway

Lucas arranges the wedding without giving Eiman a choice.

The villa was draped in white roses and silver ribbons, chandeliers glowing brighter than ever. Every corner hummed with quiet reverence—the guests were arriving, the chapel on the estate was waiting, and the groom… Lucas Marlo, dressed in black, cold as a blade.

But the bride was gone.

Eiman had slipped away just before dawn, heart pounding as she ran through the gardens, her silk gown gathered in trembling hands. She didn’t care where she went—anywhere was better than being chained to a man who made her heart race with fear and forbidden attraction.

Her only thought was escape.

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When Lucas discovered she was missing, the storm that followed shook the entire household.

“Find her,” he ordered his men, his voice low, lethal. His calm was scarier than shouting.

All through the night, Milan felt his wrath. Black cars scoured the streets, guards questioned strangers, and Lucas himself prowled the city, his rage sharp enough to cut through the air.

She thought she could run from him. She was wrong.

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The Capture

It was near dawn when he found her—huddled in a small train station outside the city, her veil discarded, her eyes red from tears.

“Eiman.”

Her name on his lips froze her blood. Slowly, she looked up, and there he was—towering over her, his suit ruined from the night’s hunt, but his eyes burning with icy fury.

“You…” her voice cracked. “…you were supposed to let me go.”

Lucas stepped forward, pulling a pair of silver handcuffs from his jacket pocket. The click of the metal echoed like a death sentence.

“You’re mine,” he said coldly, snapping one cuff around her wrist, the other around his. “Run again, and I’ll chain you tighter.”

“Lucas, please—”

Her pleas only made him colder. “The wedding is today. You will walk beside me. And when you sign your name, the world will know you belong to me.”

Tears blurred her vision, but she felt the heat of him, the iron strength of his grip. She was trapped, bound, dragged back into the shadows she had tried so desperately to escape.

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The Marriage

The guests whispered when they saw the handcuffs glinting at her wrist as Lucas pulled her down the aisle. No one dared question it. No one dared question him.

Eiman’s hands shook as the vows were spoken, but Lucas never let her go. His eyes locked on hers, unyielding, daring her to defy him again.

When the priest declared them husband and wife, Lucas didn’t kiss her like other grooms. He claimed her—a sharp, possessive press of his mouth, more punishment than tenderness.she couldn’t breathe she tried to push him away but her was like devil and monster eating her alive, and she fainted he stopped but didn't say anything just smirked and said,

it's just the beginning little one

And just like that, Kang Eiman became Mrs. Lucas Marlo.

A devil's ’s bride.

A prisoner in silk.

And the only woman to ever challenge the king of shadows.

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