My Fiancé Planned to Fake His Death, So I Married My Nemesis

“Three days before the wedding, Ryan Brooks threw himself a bachelor party. He called it one last taste of freedom before marriage. With the young intern, Lily Moore, locked tightly in his arms, his eyes brimmed with bitterness and grievance. "Lily, trust me. I'm not marrying Clara Hayes. I've already arranged everything. I'll fake my death at the wedding and take you away from this place." What Ryan didn't know was that this marriage had never been an equal match to begin with. It was the Brooks family that had begged the Hayes family for it. Watching the two of them kiss like they couldn't bear to part, Clara calmly slipped the ring onto the finger of Ethan Blackwell, Ryan's sworn enemy. Her red lips curved slightly as she spoke in a cool, steady voice. "Three days from now, come marry me."”