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.

"Shibal," I cussed at the bastard under my breath again, the Korean swear word slipping out. 


I hate him so much—so damn much! It burned in my chest. 


Why is he always one step ahead? I'd thought I had him cornered, that I'd play it smart and get him to hand over that new marriage contract—something to assure me I could walk out in exactly three years, free and clear. 


Just for me to be fucking disappointed, left standing there like an idiot with nothing but his smug smile to show for it.


Oooh, you know what? I just want to walk up to that fucking kitchen right now, grab a knife, heat it up until it's glowing red, and use it to carve a lesson into him so he never, ever tells me no again.


"Bloody bastard!!!" I cussed again, louder this time, my voice echoing off, but he didn't even flinch—just kept walking like my words were background noise.


Chapter 81 - Oooh Lord!! Take Me