Chapter 1

On the day of my wedding dress fitting, the zipper got stuck on my back. But instead of helping me, Carter took a phone call and walked out of the massive bridal boutique, leaving me all by myself.

His excuse? His ex-girlfriend’s Samoyed, Cotton, was depressed and on a hunger strike. Carter just "had" to go and hand-feed him.

This was the seventh time this month he had abandoned me for that dog. All because of a ridiculous pact they made when they broke up: "Whenever the dog has an emotional breakdown, both "parents" must be present to comfort him."

I stared at myself in the mirror, looking like a total joke in a half-finished wedding gown. Finally, I dialed the number I had ignored for three long years.

"Damian Vance... does your offer from three years ago still stand?"

On the other end of the line, the most ruthless and cold-blooded billionaire in New York’s elite circle spoke with a raspy, suppressed, and wild voice:

"Ten minutes. I'm coming to get you. Chloe, you walked into my trap this time. Don't even think about escaping for the rest of your life."

Later, Carter would kneel in the pouring rain, eyes bloodshot, begging me to look at him just one last time.

But Damian simply wrapped his arm around my waist, pressing the cold tip of his black umbrella against Carter’s chin. "Get lost. Don't dirty my wife’s eyes."