Reborn to Ruin: I Married My Ex's Powerful Uncle

My wrist was still bleeding, and Ethan Mercer stood over me, his eyes full of disgust.

"Are you done throwing your little tantrum? Slitting your wrist just to force me to marry you? Summer, you make me sick."

I lifted my head, wiped the blood and tears from my face, and suddenly laughed.

"Fine. The wedding is off."

He froze for a second, then let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Quit playing hard to get. In less than three days, you'll come crawling back to me like a dog."

I grabbed the door of the VIP lounge, looked back at him, and said, "Remember this, Ethan.