Elara Sinclair had assumed that Theodore Ashford—that ascetic, taciturn, utterly unattainable magnate—could never possibly develop any interest in his "former niece-in-law."
Yet one day, she found herself pinned against his chest, his fingers trailing somewhere decidedly improper. "Little Elara," he murmured, "have you been wanting me to hold you all along?"
Only then did she realize with a jolt—she'd wandered straight into a wolf's den, and no one was coming to save her.
She'd planned to slip away quietly, only to find herself drowning in the Ashford family's overwhelming affection—
Mrs. Ashford slammed her hand on the table: "Whoever disrespects my future granddaughter-in-law gets their legs broken!"
Mr. Ashford solemnly declared: "The mistress of the Ashford family must be none other than Elara!"
The eldest Ashford brother transferred a billion yuan: "Here! Don't think it's too little, sorry for the delay."
The eldest sister-in-law presented a family heirloom: "My good-for-nothing son doesn't deserve you!"
The second brother lined up a crowd of men: "Anyone who bullies you, beat them to death!"
Even her ex-boyfriend stood weeping silently in the corner: "So... I was just a plot device the whole family used to push your romance forward?"
The entire family in unison: Yes! At least you have self-awareness!
