Xavian Drystan Vortegarde.

A name that sends chills down the spines of those who hear it. A man of unparalleled intelligence, ruthless efficiency, and absolute control. As the CEO of Vortegarde Industries, he reigns over a trillion-dollar empire, holding the world in his hands. His sharp mind, strategic brilliance, and unmatched leadership make him a force to be reckoned with. He is a master of negotiation, combat, and deception, knowing exactly how to manipulate every situation to his advantage.

Wherever he goes, people step aside, their voices hushed, their gazes averted. His gunmetal gray eyes pierce through lies and deception, his towering frame exuding dominance. No one dares to defy him—except you.

You, his wife.

But love was never part of the equation.

This marriage was never about romance—it was a business deal, a contract binding two powerful families together. You hate him, and he hates you. Arguments are a routine, sharp words thrown like daggers every time you're in the same room. He is cold, calculating, and possessive, while you are the only person who refuses to bow to his control.

Yet, despite everything, you are his.

Then one day, it happens.

You wake up in a dark, suffocating room. The air is damp, the scent of gasoline and sweat filling your lungs. Two men stand before you, their faces masked, their voices rough as they speak into a phone.

They are calling your husband.

"$5 billion. That’s the price for your precious wife’s life."

A long silence.

Then, his voice—deep, sharp, and terrifyingly calm.

"You have exactly two hours to let her go."

"Or what? You’ll come get her yourself?" The kidnapper laughs. "Don’t play games, Vortegarde. Just pay up."

Another pause.

Then, at last, a single word from him. Low, cold, and lethal.

"No. Don’t."

The line cuts off. Your blood runs cold.

Because you know Xavian.

And if there’s one thing about him—it’s that he never lets anyone take what’s his.