Chapter 1

My sister skipped out on her wedding, and my parents threw me into the bed of a powerful man.

I huddled under the covers, trembling, as the soft whir of a wheelchair approached.

A voice, chillingly devoid of warmth, cut through the silence: "Look up."

With a sigh of resignation, I slowly raised my head, only to be met by two identical faces. One sat in a wheelchair, the other stood behind him.

The standing man smirked, his voice dripping with cruel amusement: "Guess who you're actually marrying?"

My mind went blank, a loud buzz echoing in my ears.

Two identical faces, strikingly handsome, yet each exuded a distinctly different aura.

The one in the wheelchair had sharp, cold eyes, an intimidating aura that warned people to keep their distance. He was the infamous, unpredictable Dante Hayes, the feared head of the Hayes empire.

The man standing behind him wore a mocking grin, his eyes sharp and predatory.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

That was Adrian Hayes, Dante's twin brother.

He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting my ear.

"Pick. Get it right, and you'll be rewarded. Get it wrong… and things will get interesting."

My teeth chattered.

My parents had only told me that if I married Dante Hayes in my sister's place, our family business would be saved.

But no one mentioned there'd be a life-or-death choice involved.

My gaze flickered between the two of them, my palms slick with sweat.

Dante in his wheelchair didn't even glance at me, as if I were invisible.

Adrian, standing behind him, watched my terror with an amused glint in his eyes.

It was a death sentence, no matter which way I turned.

I closed my eyes and pointed wildly.

"I… I choose him."

I pointed at Dante in the wheelchair.

I figured, if I had to die, at least he seemed less… twisted.

A derisive chuckle filled the room.

Adrian straightened up, clapping his hands together.

"Congratulations, you picked wrong."

He grinned wider, "Looks like you'll be spending the night with me."

My body stiffened, and my blood ran cold.

He reached out, his hand already moving to snatch away my covers. I shrieked, scrambling back against the headboard.

Just then, that cold, silent voice spoke again.

"Enough."

Dante finally looked up, his gaze like daggers aimed at Adrian.

"Get out."

Adrian's smile froze. He seemed resentful but dared not defy him.

He shot me a vicious glare, as if to say, "You'll regret this."

Then, he turned and left.

Only Dante Hayes and I remained in the room.

The wheelchair glided slowly to the bedside, those eyes fixed on me.

"Remember this: from today forward, I am your husband."

His voice was devoid of warmth.

"But, don't touch what isn't yours, don't ask what isn't your business."

"Be an obedient puppet, and you'll survive."