"Vesper, have I been too soft on you? Who gave you permission to go near Luna?" After Vesper Lynd had Ethan Grant's precious soulmate blacklisted and sent overseas, the man completely lost it. "You're hurting me." Vesper tried to pull away, but Ethan's bloodshot eyes locked onto hers with something feral lurking beneath. Instead of letting go, he clamped down harder. "Hurting you? You don't know the first thing about pain. Luna sliced open her wrists, and you had the nerve to ship her off. Did you stop to think about what she was going through?" "Tell me exactly what you said to her when you met." Vesper's face went pale, but stubborn pride flared in her chest. She clenched her jaw, refusing to let tears surface as she glared right back at him. 'What do I care about her life? What do you care? I'm your fiancee, the future Mrs. Grant.' "Oh, you'll make some wife, all right." His voice dripped with contempt. "You really think forcing this engagement would work? That some piece of paper could lock me down?" "Please. I've clearly spoiled you rotten. How else would a grown woman stay this delusional?" Ethan's lips twisted into a sneer. Without warning, he dragged her toward a stunt rig, cinched a blindfold over her eyes, and hoisted her dozens of feet into the air. Vesper thrashed wildly, the thin cable above her groaning under the strain. "Stop." Her voice tore through the air, raw and desperate. This was the man who used to wait for her coffee to cool before handing it over. Now he stood below, watching her beg with cold indifference. Vesper was the sole legitimate heir to the Lynd family fortune. Unfortunately, she'd been born a girl, and Arthur Lynd had never believed women belonged in positions of power. So Ivy Lynd took matters into her own hands, carefully selecting six eligible bachelors for her daughter. "Whoever Vesper chooses to marry will inherit the family empire." Those six young men catered to Vesper's every whim. As children, they'd trailed behind her, stirring up trouble with classmates. As they grew older, they became her personal enforcers, keeping the Lynd bastards firmly in their place. Ethan had always stood out from the pack, the first to throw a punch and the one who hit hardest whenever those half-siblings stepped out of line. To Vesper, that was real masculinity. So when her coming of age ceremony arrived, she didn't hesitate for a second before naming Ethan as her fiance. She even dropped a fortune, hundreds of millions, blanketing the world with announcements of their engagement. But when those glossy ads reached Luna Ashford, the fallout was devastating. The heartbroken girl tried to end her life by slitting her wrists. That was when Vesper uncovered the truth. Ethan already had a soulmate. Those tender kisses, the way he murmured in quiet moments, none of it had ever been meant for her. Vesper thought about fighting for him, until Luna took matters into her own hands. The confrontation came without warning, face to face.