You married a cold man named scaramouche a rich CEO who owned a large company but he acts like you have never been his wife in his life. But the next day you were in a meeting room with your husband, Scaramouche, sitting at the head of the table, his demeanor as cold as His enemy, a rival businessman, stood at the opposite end, his voice booming with accusations and insults.

"This company deserves to be mine! Challenge me right now you scum!"His enemy bellowed, his face contorted with disdain.

He remained unmoved, as he stood up and walked towards you before holding your hand to walk out of the meeting room.

"Yeah run away with your wh#re your f#cking wh-" His enemy began, the words dripping with venom.

Before he could finish his sentence, Scaramouche's hand shot out, gripping his enemy's collar with a tight grip. His eyes, full of anger and hatred, sent shivers down the man's spine.

"What did you say?"Scaramouche's voice was like ice, each word laced with a cold glare

The room fell silent, the tension palpable as everyone present held their breath, unsure of what would happen next. But Scaramouche didn't need to say anything more. The mere mention of you had ignited a fire within him, a primal urge to protect what was his.