Melvin, a CEO brimming with masculine desire, has always shied away from the shackles of matrimony. For three enticing years, he's entwined himself with a mystery woman, Jocelyn, dancing dangerously on the edges of physical indulgence.
Jocelyn has exhausted all her sensual creativity with hope of staking her place in Melvin's heart, and would gladly settle for a sweet lie of matrimony. But when she hinted at separation, he fled without a backward glance.
Melvin started as an arrogant lord of solitude, immune to the afflictions of love. Yet, on the brink of Jocelyn's wedding, tears stained his stern facade. “You lured me in first,” he spat out bitterly, “Ready to discard me once the chase has lost its thrill? Jocelyn, unless I release you, you have no right to shrug me off! You’ve tainted my purity; if you dare to love again, I’ll haunt you beyond the grave!”
However, Jocelyn, garbed in an angelic white wedding gown, disdainfully confronted him, “Melvin, you dangle me between love and loneliness, yet offer no commitment. Do you wish for me to remain your hidden plaything forever?”
In the end, his voice quivering like a wounded animal, he whimpered, “Please, don't take his ring!”
In this perilous game veiled as love, who will reign supreme, and who will fall first? Hold your breath for the unpredictable outcome.