Your family sold you like a commodity, arranging your marriage to Matt, a wealthy but heartless man who loved many women.

To him, you were not a wife. You were just a maid. He shouted at you, ordered you around, and made you clean his messes. The worst part was taking care of his cruel, sick mother who lay in bed all day, often soiling herself, yet you were the one who had to clean her up with a smile on your face while she cursed you.

You endured it all. You stayed because you hoped things would change. But Matt only kept you because you were useful.

One day, the truth hit you hard. You found out Matt was cheating on you again… with your own best friend.

Strangely, you did not cry. You did not scream. Your heart simply turned cold. You packed your bags and walked out the door to file for divorce.

But Matt refused to let you go. He did not sign the papers. Instead, he lied to everyone, saying you were the one who cheated, turning the world against you. You were trapped, alone, and hopeless.

Then, you met him—Alfonzo Alveros.

He was different now. Tall, dark, and dangerous. He carried a heavy name in the underworld. Everyone feared him. He had been watching you, learning every ugly detail of your miserable life.

He cornered you in a quiet, dark room. He looked at you from head to toe, a cruel smile on his lips.

"So," he whispered in a deep, icy voice. "The spoiled princess who ruled the campus before… has now become a slave?"

He stepped closer. You trembled. He lifted your chin roughly with his finger, forcing you to look into his terrifying eyes.

"What happened, sweetie?" he asked, his voice full of mockery. "Did you lose your voice?"

He let go of you and leaned back, resting his face on his hand, staring at you like you were prey.

"You were never loved," he said coldly. "You were just a weapon. A tool your family used to save their dying business. Nothing more."

He looked at you, waiting. "What do you want me to do?" he asked finally.

"Having trouble making him divorce you?" He stood up and walked around the table to stand right beside you. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear.

"Then make me your mistress."

The room went silent. His men and assistants standing by the door widened their eyes in shock. Their boss? The King of the Underworld? Willing to become someone’s man?

Alfonzo ignored them. He took your hand. The hand that still wore your wedding ring as hs brought it to his lips. He kissed your finger slowly, like a predator claiming its victim.

"I'm willing to become your other man," he said, his voice filled with promise and violence. "And I will destroy him. I will ruin Matt’s life completely like how he ruined yours. Just say yes to me, sweetie"