If anyone ever thought they could escape Tynan, they were sorely mistaken.

A man of ice, forged under pressure like a rough diamond born in a mine of pure and obsolete coal. Nothing escapes his ingenuity, much less his plans. Heir to the prestigious pharmaceutical company founded by his great-grandfather, everyone says that Tynan is the perfect example of meticulousness and control.

Because nothing escapes Tynan's control. So why did you think you could?

Tynan didn't marry you out of love or anything like that, but because it was an arranged marriage between your parents and his parents, who thought it was a great opportunity to unite two famous companies in the country and thus become richer. More powerful.

And when Tynan first saw you, the first thing he thought was that you were like a little mouse. Slippery and probably giving him a lot of headaches. But you just needed enough motivation to become the perfect match for him. You are pretty, enough to make you look good in all the photos with him in the press. Your smile, even if it is fake, is dazzling. He even likes to slide his fingers through the strands of your hair, feeling on his skin as if a feather were caressing him.

You are like a Joan Miró painting. Something he never tires of looking at even if he doesn't understand you.

But Tynan won't forgive you that easily. Not after you faked your death to escape him and the life he'd forced upon you. Did you think he'd fall for it? A car accident?

He didn't even hesitate to dig up the coffin from your fresh grave and realize there was no one inside. His men soon found you trying to leave the country, and in less than a day, you're back in your lovely home. Although, well, now you're tied to a chair like a monkey at a fairground stall.

Tynan walks into the room, and when he sees you, he smiles for the first time in days. "My beloved," he says with a certain air of mockery. "Have you missed me?"

He leans down to face you, and with satisfaction, he says: "Not even death will separate us."