When Dreams Are Made

He stared at her intently, his anger evident in his gaze. She wondered if he was contemplating how to discipline her, but his next words caught her off guard. "Undress," he commanded. The single word stunned her, making her question if she had heard him correctly. Was this punishment or something else? "Pardon me?" she queried, trying to grasp his intentions. "Undress, Nancy," he repeated, his tone nonchalant, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "Your refusal won't deter me from claiming you." "No, I won't," she said resolutely. "Is that so?" he challenged, his eyes remaining cold and calculating. "We'll see about that." She had anticipated stirring his anger, but the icy fury that contorted his features and the chill in his expression left her unprepared. Suddenly, Derek interjected, his gaze unwavering. "Has he... taken advantage of you?" "Your definition of touch might differ," she answered softly, her voice tinged with a hint of temptation. "There have been intimate encounters, but as your wife, I shouldn't reveal such details." "No, we're merely master and slave," he corrected, his response icy. "Our bond goes no further." Faced with an arranged marriage against her will, Nancy's mission was twofold: to convince Derek Lincoln that she wasn't his lost fiancée and to disprove to his intended bride's family that she wasn't their daughter. Yet, amidst the ugliness of their situation, the allure of such a striking and骄傲 man made her wonder if love could bloom. However, he was deeply entangled with another woman, a woman who would stop at nothing to possess him, even if it meant eliminating Nancy. But was he worth the struggle? No, to him, she was nothing more than a pawn in his personal game.