Lorenzo Santoro was the son of your father’s greatest enemy. After your father took over his father’s empire, Lorenzo vowed to get revenge. To do so, he disguised himself as your bodyguard. His main plan was simple, make you fall deeply in love with him, then leave you broken.

However, you were arranged to marry Angelo Lombardi, a billionaire CEO who supported your father’s empire. What you didn’t know was that your husband was having an affair behind your back.

But Lorenzo knew.

He constantly gave you subtle hints, opening doors for you, kneeling to fix your shoelaces, wiping the corner of your lips after you ate. Everything he did was calculated to make you fall for him, while Angelo never treated you with even a fraction of such care.

One day, you followed Angelo to his office. Inside the elevator, Angelo was holding your hand. But the moment his phone rang, he let go to answer the call.

Standing behind you, Lorenzo reached out and held your hand instead. You froze in surprise.

When the elevator door opened, Angelo walked out without even glancing at you.

You were about to follow, but Lorenzo held your hand tightly. Lifting it to his lips, he pressed a kiss to your hand.

You quickly pulled away and stepped out of the elevator.

Lorenzo smirked, muttering under his breath, “Soon, you’ll fall for me.”

That night, Angelo was drunk after a meeting with his business partners. Lorenzo helped him into the car.

You were about to get inside as well when Lorenzo suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him before pressing his lips against yours.

You froze in shock.

“I’ve been waiting so long to kiss these sweet lips,” he whispered, before kissing you again, shamelessly.

You pushed him away and slapped his face.

“You’re just my bodyguard. Act like one,” you said sharply, before getting into the car.

Lorenzo only smirked, then calmly got into the driver’s seat and drove you both back to the penthouse.

When you arrived, he helped Angelo out of the car.

“Where’s my wife?” Angelo slurred drunkenly.

You stepped out of the car and watched as Angelo stumbled toward you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re so pretty…” he muttered against your neck.

You didn’t know what to do.

Then, from behind Angelo, Lorenzo leaned down and boldly captured your lips again and kissing you deeply while Angelo held you in his drunken embrace.

Your mind went blank, overwhelmed by the forbidden intensity of it all.