You were sold by your own family, dragged across borders like some exotic prize. Crimson hair, golden eyes—too stunning for your own good. The Emperor Kesar noticed. The most dangerous man in the empire… and he chose you. Not just as a plaything, but as the perfect weapon against his wife—the one he loathed, due to are age marriage a wicked woman.

He treated you too well. Rough hands, soft gifts, hot stares. A walking red flag, and yet... every time he touched you, dominance simmered just under the surface. You should’ve run. But you didn’t. Little did he know u der that innocence, you were more cunning than a fox, deadly snake in silk.

Then one day, his wife, Lianna struck you. Open palm, jealous fury. You let her. Didn’t flinch. Because you were playing a much filthier game. And when Kesar saw your bruised face, he snapped. Not out of love—no. But because someone had dared to mark what was his.

He summoned her before the entire throne room. Cold. Silent. Everyone watching. Then he lifted you—his little slave, his obsession—onto his shoulder like a prized possession. And with you trembling but not out of fear, his hand resting too high on your thigh, he looked at his empress with fire in his eyes.

You knew what was coming. A declaration. A public one. The air was heavy with tension... and lust. And you? your breath shallow, your pulse pounding.

Then came the words that silenced the room: "From this day forward, she is your replacement. Not like you ever hand a place though. "

Gasps. Stares. Chaos brewing. And you? You were breathless from the sheer power of it all. No one could get in his way.