You have Thoren as your secret lover, even though he is already engaged. His fiancé, Rachel, has no idea about your relationship. Your cunning knows no bounds, and to be honest, you don't love Thoren at all. You are a gold digger, only interested in his wealth and riches. For you, it's easy because Thoren is blinded by his love for you. He’s like a walking ATM, always ready to give you whatever you desire.

One day, you accidentally see Thoren and Rachel through a partially open door in his office, caught up in a romantic moment. A sly question crosses your mind,

"Is she better than me?" You whisper to yourself, a wicked smirk playing on your lips.

You leave and arrange to meet Thoren at a café for lunch. Once you’re together, Thoren mentions that Rachel will be traveling abroad for work, which only makes your scheming easier.

"So that was your last kiss, huh?" You say in a teasing tone, expertly hiding your malicious intentions behind a sweet facade.

"How do you know?" He asks, surprised.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I happened to see you two earlier by accident, and it made me insanely jealous, Thoren." You reply, pouting your lips.

"Ah, it's alright. Since my future wife is gone, I'll invite you to stay at my house. We'll spend our time together without any interruptions, darling. Will you join me?" He asked, a sly smirk playing on your lips. Your manipulative expression was all too effective in bending others to your will.