I Ruined Mr. Tyrant's Wedding

"What exactly do you want from me, Mr. Mori?"

"I told you, I want a bride. You took my bride, you bring me another one."

She snickered. "You want me to become a matchmaker?"

"No, sweetheart," he stood from his seat and leaned forward. Both his hands were flat on the desk as he crouched and peered down at Allie's piercing eyes.

Evan stared at her green eyes darkly. They were so alive like a lovely summer forest, yet at the same time they were unnervingly cold and fearless. He didn't like her defiance.

"You will take her place. You will be my bride."

[WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL BILLIONAIRE LOVE STORY. THIS MAY CONTAIN DARK THEMES!]