"You forgetting something?" Yin murmured, voice low and cleanly lethal. "I'm your husband." War's pulse jumped. He forced a grin. "Yeah, on paper." "I'm your husband," Yin said evenly. "On paper or not. And I can show you exactly what that means, right here, if you're confused." "What, you gonna bend me over the washing machine now?" His voice came out too thin, trying for sardonic and landing somewhere closer to pleading. "Tempting." Yin's lips curved into a slow, dark smile. "But a delicate thing like you couldn't take me dry and live to brag about it." ------------ Or, War has spent his whole life being told he was a disgrace. Now his family is parading him down the aisle like a prize - all because the heir to the Wong family happens to like men too. Yin Wong is polished, calculating, and so sinfully gorgeous it feels like a personal vendetta. He also treats their wedding like a merger, their marriage like a chore. And War hates him for it. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit. He also can't stop imagining what's under that suit.

Yin walked away from acting and into a cold, quiet life as CEO-until War, a rising actor with fire in his eyes, reignites the passion he thought he'd buried. Beside them, Jeff, a charming idol, keeps chasing Bible, the no-nonsense producer who pretends not to notice. In a world of lights, cameras, and hidden hearts, love finds its way back on stage.