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.

Chapter 167- The Frustration of Interruptions


He was teasing me, his thumb circling the tip where it strained against my zipper, pressing just enough to make pre-cum leak, soaking through the fabric in a way that made me groan low in my throat. 


Fuck, how is he doing this? I thought, my mind hazy with pleasure as his hand moved with a confidence that surprised me. 


 I broke the kiss to trail my mouth down his jaw, to his neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point there, feeling it jump under my lips.


 "Why are you such a pro at this?" I muttered between moans, my voice rough and ragged. 


"Thought this was your first time… fuck, you're killing me." The words came out breathy, my hips bucking into his hand as he squeezed just right.


He chuckled breathlessly, the sound vibrating against my skin, but it turned into a gasp as I pushed him back another step, our legs tangling until the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. 


We tumbled onto it together, me on top. 


Chapter 167 - The Frustration Of Interuption