Synopsis
Avery was badly bullied all through high school. It left him feeling broken and full of self-doubt.
Years later, he’s slowly putting his life back together. But just as things start to get better, his father becomes seriously ill and needs a life-saving surgery.
Avery’s stepmother says there’s only one way to pay for it: an arranged marriage. At first, she planned to marry off her own daughter to a rich man from a powerful family. But when they find out the man is in a coma after a car accident, she changes her mind. She refuses to let her daughter marry someone who may never wake up. Instead, she forces Avery into it—tricking him, threatening him, and reminding him that this is the only way to save his father’s life.
Avery agrees, even though it breaks his heart. He goes through with the wedding without even seeing the groom’s face.
On the night of the wedding, in his new home, Avery notices something strange. The man lying unconscious looks oddly familiar. He finds some old photos in the house….
The man he just married is Lucien—his high school bully. The same person who made him feel worthless for years.
Old memories flood back, and Avery wants nothing more than to walk away. He calls his stepmother, ready to leave. But she gives him an awful choice: either divorce Lucien and let his father die, or stay married, save his father’s life, and gain wealth and power.
With no way out, Avery stays.
As time goes on, he watches Lucien’s quiet, sleeping face. And something feels off. The Lucien lying there doesn’t look like the cruel person Avery remembers. He wonders—was there more to Lucien than he ever knew?
He tells himself it doesn’t matter. Lucien got what he deserved. But one night, Avery trips and falls on top of him… and at that exact moment, Lucien wakes up.
After two years in a coma, Lucien opens his eyes—and finds out he’s married. To the same boy he used to bully.
Now Avery doesn’t know what to feel. The past still hurts, but he starts to see a different side of Lucien.
They were enemies. Strangers thrown together by fate.
But maybe… just maybe, they’re meant to be something more.

With the second contract, he could do anything he wanted—live his life, date whoever, walk away clean after three years if we both agreed. And once that third year hit, I'd be forced to sign the divorce papers I didn't want to sign. That would be on my loss, pure and simple.


I thought within myself. It'd give him too much freedom, too much power to slip away before I'd had a chance to fix things, to show him the man I was now, not the bully from high school. 


No, I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't allow him to sign it. Hell, I wouldn't even draft the damn thing.


A smile plastered on my face as the decision solidified, a quiet thrill running through me. This was my win, my way to keep him close, to slowly unravel the hate between us.


But is it even fair to tell him that I wouldn't draft the contract again? After promising him just a few minutes ago that I'd make it happen? I wondered, the guilt flickering. 


Chapter 80 - I Hope Your Dick Shrunk