“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest declares and I turn to face the man in front of me. I force a smile onto my face as he leans in, and try not to upchuck that shot of Tequila I drank in order to go through with this. Coercion, that’s how I got to the front of the altar in the old traditional white dress. With over a hundred guests, half which I don’t even know their name, staring at us with awe on their faces. An outside wedding, a beautiful ring, everything any girl out there would’ve wanted, so why am I trying not to empty the contents of my stomach as my new husband’s lips connect with mine? I didn’t want any of this with him, the conniving blue eyed bastard with a voice that can melt anyone. He forced me. Yep, Roman Ferrar forced me into marrying him by putting the stakes too high for me to deny. He strolled into the hospital room with that damn Armani suit and smirk on his face, making the offer of a lifetime. Well, that was until I figured out what the cost to such a generous offer would be. Unfortunately, it was an offer I could not decline, or should I say he wouldn’t let me decline. Putting all types of obstacles in my way, making it impossible for me to even breathe, until I said ‘I do’. Now, I’m Ember Ferrar, and I want my freedom. Even if it takes killing my new husband, Till Death Do Us Part, right?