Today, Link Golf Club, the most extravagant and prestigious course in all of Flanmery, had been cleared out for a single guest.
That guest was Kaden, the current head of the Evans family.
In Flanmery, the Evans family controlled nearly every major industry, and their influence had already stretched beyond national borders. As they expanded overseas, their dominance only grew stronger, leaving no real rivals behind.
"Grandpa, stop mentioning that marriage agreement. If you keep pushing this, I will wipe out the Morgan family."
The call ended abruptly, and Kaden tossed his phone aside toward the assistant waiting nearby without a second glance.
A golf club rested comfortably in his hand as he made his way toward the tee.
A man had been placed there instead of a ball. He lay rigid against the grass, a tee clenched between his teeth while fear flooded his eyes. His entire body shook as he fought the urge to scream.
"Do not move, Mr. Holt," Kaden instructed quietly as he lined up his swing, his tone calm yet threatening. "If you ruin my shot, you already know what will happen next."
Terror flashed through Gerard Holt's gaze as the raised club felt like a ticking clock above him.
The club cut cleanly through the air, and with a sharp whoosh, Kaden sent the ball flying with brutal force.
The ball cut through the sky, dropped neatly onto the grass, and continued its path until it disappeared into the hole without hesitation.
Hayley stepped onto the course at that exact moment, a relaxed smile playing on her lips. "That was impressive, Mr. Evans."
The instant Kaden's bodyguards noticed a stranger, they moved in fast and formed a tight circle around her.
One of them lunged forward to grab her arm, but Hayley twisted aside with ease and sent him stumbling back with a sharp kick.
A crooked smile crossed her face as she looked straight at Kaden. "Is this really how you treat your future fiancee, Mr. Evans?"
Fiancee?
The single word sent a wave of shock through everyone present.
In Flanmery, Kaden was famous for keeping women at arm's length, never allowing anyone close. Yet this woman stood there openly claiming that title. Was she asking for trouble?
A low laugh escaped Kaden as his eyes settled on Hayley, curiosity flickering beneath the cold amusement.
"I've never met a woman bold enough to speak to me like that," he said slowly, his tone dropping as his gaze hardened. "You will also be the last."
With a dismissive scoff, he turned away from her, clearly uninterested in continuing the exchange.
Without warning, a punch shot straight toward him. Kaden reacted on instinct, shifting his head just enough for the fist to slice past his vision.
His expression hardened the moment he seized the incoming wrist and yanked it closer, locking eyes with her.
Something feral stirred behind those eyes, carrying a reckless edge that made the air feel charged.
Kaden released her and shoved her back without hesitation.
"Mr. Evans, are you ready to have a conversation now?" Hayley asked, a playful curve tugging at her lips.
Suspicion crossed Kaden's face as he studied her, then flicked his gaze toward the guards who were already stepping forward.
"Stand down!" he demanded.
The bodyguards froze, then retreated at once, unease written all over their faces.
"A bunch of useless," Kaden muttered, then turned back to her. "You have sixty seconds."
"My name is Hayley Morgan. I am the daughter of the Morgan family."
"The Morgan family only has one daughter. Emmalyn Morgan." Kaden's eyes narrowed slightly. He lifted a hand, signaling his assistant closer.
Kaden's assistant, Ian Clark, stepped closer. "Mr. Evans, I have confirmed it. She is indeed a Morgan. Her identity was never made public. Four years ago, she was imprisoned and was only released today."
Interest flickered across Kaden's face as a slow smile formed. "So the moment you walked out of prison, you came straight to me and announced yourself as my future fiancee. This is getting interesting. Explain why you are here."
"I intend to marry you."
