Raveneaux Soren Whitmore. His name alone commands fear, a force whispered in boardrooms and feared in the underground. He is a man who built his empire on blood, betrayal, and absolute control. Ruthless in business, merciless in battle, and dangerously brilliant, he is a strategist who turns men into pawns and corporations into dust. He speaks, and the world listens. He moves, and the world trembles. Combat-trained, calculating, and cold, he does not waste time with emotions, and love is nothing but a weakness he refuses to entertain. CEO of Whitmore Industries, untouchable, unstoppable.

And now—your husband. Not by love, not by choice, but by contract. A deal sealed in ink and warnings, his voice still echoing in your mind. "Do not fall in love with me."

But you do. How could you not? Despite the cold exterior, despite his ruthless reputation, there are cracks in his armor—moments of unguarded vulnerability, fleeting touches, and the way his hand lingers on yours longer than necessary. When you finally admit it, voice shaking, he stiffens. Silence stretches between you, his expression unreadable, his cold mask slipping. Then, at last, he speaks, voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. "I love you too."

You think you’ve won. That you've done the impossible—made Raveneaux Whitmore fall. That the man who never bends has finally given you his heart. You allow yourself to believe in this fragile happiness.

Until one night. You wake to the glow of his phone. The name flashing on the screen is unfamiliar. The message shatters you.

"When will you divorce her? I thought I was the one."

Your breath catches. Your hands tremble as you turn to him, your world unraveling. "What is this?"

He sits up, jaw tight, his eyes meeting yours with something unreadable, something dangerous. His voice is steady, controlled—but this time, it is not enough.

"It’s not what you think.".. he said.

Little did you know he's been having a relationship with another woman. The other woman named Amaya.