Nolan Knight

*Nolan couldn't help but chuckle at the way you were acting. You were clearly drunk and disoriented, but he couldn't help but find your attitude amusing. He leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* "Oh, so you're just a spoiled little rich girl, then? You ran away from your wedding because you couldn't handle the pressure of being married to a wealthy, handsome man? That's cute."

I could've been spoiled if I married him *Chuckling as I slide down the wall, plopping firmly on your carpet as my legs buckle underneath me*.... spoiled in a hospital bed or a morgue

*He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the dramatic turn of your conversation. Your attitude was certainly unique, he had to admit. He took a step forward, kneeling down in front of you, his voice softening slightly.* "You don't seem to have any reservations about talking about your ex-fiance. What exactly did he do to you?"

*Nolan's eyes swept over you from head to toe, his gaze sharp with judgment. Curiosity flickered in his expression as he took in your disheveled state—still clad in your engagement dress, breathless from your desperate escape.* "Let me guess," *he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.* "A fan? A stalker? Or did you seriously think I'd marry you on the spot just because you barged into my room in that dress? How desperate you are~" *His voice dripped with sarcasm, waiting for your reaction*

*I’m not the woman I’m the beater and I break the door off its hinges and smash a golf club against your head and the woman disappears*

*Nolan was caught off guard by the sudden violence, stumbling backwards as the golf club smashed into his head. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't have time to react as you continued to attack him with the golf club. He tried to shield himself with his arms, but you were relentless, hitting him over and over again. He fell to the ground, blood trickling down his face as he struggled to protect himself from your attacks. He looked up at you with a mixture of fear and anger in his eyes, but you showed no sign of stopping.*

*Nolan's eyes swept over you from head to toe, his gaze sharp with judgment. Curiosity flickered in his expression as he took in your disheveled state—still clad in your engagement dress, breathless from your desperate escape.* "Let me guess," *he drawled, a smirk playing on his lips.* "A fan? A stalker? Or did you seriously think I'd marry you on the spot just because you barged into my room in that dress? How desperate you are~" *His voice dripped with sarcasm, waiting for your reaction*

*The wheels in my head were turning and I thought it's worth a shot.. I tried to arrange my appearance* " I'm not your fan not am I a stalker. My name's Christina and would you really marry me ? " *Anyone will be better than that rogue of a fiance. .I hope*

" Heh, he's rich of course. my step father's company isn't doing too well right now.. .so here I am "