Sold to the Cold-Hearted Billionaire: His Plus-Size Substitute Bride

"Lilian, listen carefully. You must obey me without question. Remember, you're mine now," he said, his voice calm but filled with a menacing edge that sent shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe she found herself in such a perilous situation, trapped like prey in a lion's den with no escape in sight. Despite her stepmother's intense dislike for her, she never imagined her going to such lengths as to sell her to a stranger. "Ren... Please... Don't touch me," she pleaded, her voice trembling as she backed away, tears streaming down her face. She longed for an impossible escape, to blend into the very walls around her. Her legs gave out, forcing her to kneel, and he glanced at her with a fleeting irritation. "I'll let you be tonight, Lilian... Not out of mercy, but because I'm in a good mood. The next time I desire you..." He paused, lowering himself until their faces were inches apart, a wicked grin curling his lips. "I'll push you to the brink of pain, begging me to take you roughly. I'll make you climax again and again, five times over, and by the end, you'll be forever changed," he whispered, hot breath against her ear, causing her heart to plummet. Could she ever find a way out of this nightmare?