Wrong Date, Right Man: Lock Me Into His World
On the day she was meant to marry, Madison uncovered her boyfriend's betrayal-five years of love reduced to a mere placeholder for another woman.
She walked away without hesitation, determined to start over.
But with a looming condition to marry before twenty-five or lose her inheritance completely, she had no choice but to accept a blind date.
Fate played a cruel joke when she approached the wrong man, ending up married to her ex's greatest rival, the most formidable figure in town.
Madison thought it was just a convenient arrangement. He thought otherwise-because from the start, he never planned to let her go.
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Chapter 2
Once the call ended, Madison lowered her gaze to her phone again.
The livestream was already over, but the Internet had exploded with the hashtag #KieranProposesToKristina, climbing straight to the top of the trending list.
Almost mechanically, Madison tapped into the topic. The first thing that appeared was Kristina's official engagement post.
From her verified account, Kristina wrote, "No matter how much time passed or how far life pulled us apart, you still came back to me."
Several photos were attached beneath the caption. The most eye-catching one sat in the center, showing Kieran's and Kristina's fingers intertwined while the diamond ring on her hand gleamed brightly beneath the light.
Madison kept staring at the image until her eyes began to ache from the dryness.
Slowly, she lifted her head and looked up at the sky. A mocking smile gradually formed on her lips.
...
Elin handled things far faster than Madison expected and arranged the blind date within only a few hours. At exactly eight that night, Madison arrived at a high-end restaurant according to the address Elin sent her.
The moment she stepped inside, her eyes swept across the room before eventually stopping near the window.
A man dressed in a black trench coat sat alone at the table there. His features were striking and cold, while the calm way he crossed his legs gave off a distant pressure that naturally kept people away.
Everything about him matched Elin's description perfectly.
However...
The second Madison recognized his face, her footsteps halted.
Out of everyone Elin could have introduced her to, she never imagined the blind date would turn out to be him.
Jeremy Yates.
Kieran's longtime rival.
For one brief second, Madison almost turned around and walked straight back out.
Still, the thought disappeared as quickly as it came. Another one took hold of her. Since she had already decided to move on, leaving now would only make things meaningless.
To Madison, this marriage was nothing more than a transaction anyway. She wasn't searching for love anymore, so who she married hardly mattered.
At the very least, Jeremy was attractive, and his reputation sounded far more respectable than Kieran's. Compared to that scumbag, Jeremy was infinitely better.
After quietly steadying herself, Madison walked toward the table.
Once she reached him, she pulled back the chair and sat across from him without hesitation.
"Good evening, Mr. Yates." Madison skipped all unnecessary small talk. "I'm here for the blind date. If you don't find me unsuitable, then let's get married."
Jeremy had been lazily spinning a lighter between his fingers. The moment he heard her words, the movement stopped.
Raising his eyes toward her, he looked genuinely caught off guard for the first time. A faint trace of amusement surfaced in his sharp, striking eyes. "Miss Wallace, that's quite an unconventional introduction."
Madison paid no attention to the humor in his tone. Instead, she frowned slightly and replied, "Elin should've already explained everything. I don't think there's any point wasting time with formalities."
A quiet sound of acknowledgment escaped Jeremy as realization settled in. Clearly, she had mistaken him for someone else.
Leaning back comfortably in his seat, he observed her with calm interest while maintaining a detached expression.
The silence between them lingered briefly.
Finally, Jeremy spoke again in a relaxed voice. "Miss Wallace, I assume you already know about the situation between Kieran and me?"
Naturally, Madison knew exactly what he meant.
The Yates family and the Stanley family had been enemies for years. Three years earlier, Jeremy seized a media corporation the Stanleys had nearly secured, and ever since then, both sides had openly clashed against each other.
Every time Kieran talked about Jeremy, hatred would creep into his voice. He always described Jeremy as someone dangerous, a man who looked refined and courteous outwardly while hiding a ruthless side underneath.
Although Madison had never met Jeremy face-to-face before tonight, she had seen plenty of his interviews and already knew the kind of man he appeared to be.
"I already know about it," Madison answered calmly.
Jeremy's smile widened slightly. "And despite that, you still decided to meet me?"
His gaze stayed fixed on her as he continued, "Kieran and Kristina's engagement is dominating every headline right now. So when you suddenly show up looking for a blind date, Miss Wallace, it's hard not to wonder whether this is your way of getting back at him."
Truthfully, revenge had never crossed Madison's mind before.
Still, she understood how suspicious it looked for Kieran's ex-girlfriend to suddenly seek out his biggest rival right after the engagement announcement.
Jeremy lightly tapped the metal lighter against the table in a slow rhythm.
"Don't take this personally," Madison said evenly. "Your family wants you to settle down, and I need someone to marry. That's the only reason."
One of Jeremy's brows lifted slightly. "You're making it sound very straightforward."
"Because it is."
A faint smile remained on Jeremy's face. "Then explain something to me, Miss Wallace. Where exactly is the mutual benefit in all this?"
Before coming here, Madison had already prepared her answer.
"We'll enter a six-month marriage arrangement," she said without hesitation. "During that time, we'll cooperate when necessary and help each other fulfill our individual needs. Once the six months are over, we'll divorce and move on with our lives."
Jeremy listened quietly while the smile at the corner of his lips gradually deepened.
"There'll also need to be a prenuptial agreement," Madison continued. "I have no interest in your money, and I expect the same respect regarding mine."
That finally seemed to catch Jeremy's attention. "Your money?" His eyes narrowed with amusement. "Miss Wallace, do you actually possess assets worth protecting from me?"
Madison didn't bother explaining herself. Instead, she met his gaze directly. "Are you agreeing or not? I only want a clear answer."
Jeremy watched her silently for several long seconds before suddenly smiling.
The moment he did, the sharpness around him softened slightly. His eyes curved naturally, making him appear approachable at first glance. Even so, Madison could still sense something dangerous hidden beneath that charm.
"Alright," Jeremy replied easily. "You've got yourself a deal."
Madison gave a small nod. "Then, when do we take care of the marriage registration?"
"Right now."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jeremy rose from his seat and casually tucked the lighter back into his pocket.
Madison looked at him in surprise. "Now?"
"Yes, now. We're heading to register the marriage immediately."
Jeremy lowered his gaze toward her while a faint grin appeared on his lips. "You're clearly in a rush to get married, Miss Wallace. Since that's the case, we might as well do it tonight."
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
9.5
The disgraced daughter of the Patton family is back from the countryside.At the news, everyone spurned her with contempt!
A good-for-nothing young lady, a crude village wench, a vicious devil...
Until one day--The world-famous life-saving medical sovereign is her.The enigmatic top forensic specialist is her.The grandmaster hacker hunted across the globe is also her.
One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness.
In an instant, Evie was cornered by the mysterious powerhouse.Hartwell's voice lured and mesmerized:"Darling, you have countless secret identities. Would you mind taking on one more, being my wife!"
9.3
Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust.
Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state.
She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."
7.7
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
8.1
Arnetta had been married to a wealthy man for three years, but she had never even seen his face.
After a wild night of drinking, she woke up in a hotel room next to a handsome, ruthless stranger.
He coldly kicked her out, mocking her as just another desperate woman trying to sleep her way to the top.
To her shock, she soon discovered the stranger was Brennan Kirkland—her firm's top-tier client and a legendary Wall Street billionaire.
Hiding her true identity as a corporate spy, she manipulated her way into becoming his executive assistant to steal his data.
During a business dinner, Arnetta received a humiliating text from her absent husband, demanding a divorce and calling her a greedy parasite.
"He is a deadbeat coward who thinks money solves everything," Arnetta spat in anger.
"A man who hides behind lawyers is weak," Brennan agreed coldly.
He had absolutely no idea he was insulting his own actions, nor did he realize the wild, gold-digging wife he despised was sitting right across from him.
The next day, her husband's legal team sent a brutal twenty-million-dollar settlement offer, threatening to ruin her if she didn't take the payoff and disappear.
Staring at the degrading ultimatum, Arnetta's hands shook with blinding rage.
She looked at Brennan, who was busy plotting to destroy his own wife, and a terrifyingly calm smile touched her lips.
She wasn't just going to take the money; she was going to completely destroy him.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."