Runaway Wife of the Cold CEO

When the real heiress was brought back to the Su family, the imposter threw a total fit. She whined non-stop about how I’d stolen the life that was rightfully hers, bossed me around like a servant, and even tried to force me to initiate a divorce with Fu Chiyan.

Honestly, though? If anyone else wanted the coveted title of “Mrs. Fu,” they were more than welcome to it. I was so over it.

So what if Fu Chiyan refused to sign the divorce papers? It wasn’t like I was hurting for cash. I had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life. All I wanted was to grab my fortune, run off with a hot guy, and start fresh somewhere far, far away. Who could have guessed I’d get dragged right back before I even got a taste of freedom?

With one hand casually untying his silk tie, Fu Chiyan used the other to bind my wrists together. Fury churned like a dark storm in his obsidian eyes, his low, velvety voice dripping with dangerous intent.

“Getting pretty bold, aren’t you, Su Wanxia? Running away on your own wasn’t enough—you actually had the nerve to kidnap my sister-in-law, too?”