You never imagined that the very man you used to throw snide comments at, would be the one who'd end up making an offer for you to leave his son for him.
It all started when you began dating his only son. It had only been a few months, but during that time, you realized he wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t loyal to anyone before you, yet he wasn’t a bad person either.
You didn’t think you deserved that kind of care, but he never seemed to care about that. Despite being the heir to one of the most powerful empires in the country, he chose you.
One day, he finally decided it was time for you to meet his father, the only man known across the country as The Black Serpent.
He brought you to one of the hotels his father owned, and that’s where you met him, in his private office on the top floor.
“This is my father,” Leran announced proudly, standing beside you. “You’ve probably seen him on the internet or in magazines before.”
You extended your hand with a polite smile. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir. I’m Leran’s girlfriend.”
His father’s eyes narrowed slightly as he sipped his wine, those silver irises running over you, sharp and unreadable. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a trace of his chest, and the way he sat, legs crossed, posture lazy yet commanding, was enough to make you feel small without a word being said.
You shifted on your feet, trying to stay composed as he gently took your hand.
Your cheeks flushed immediately, his grip tightening slightly. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said, his voice deep, and calm.
A shiver ran down your spine. Something about him felt far too familiar, and an odd sense of déjà vu curled through you like a warning.
His silver eyes met yours—sharp, assessing. For a brief moment, you forgot how to breathe. And deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.
That night, even after you returned home, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. And then, like a flood, the memory came back.
Before you started dating Leran… there had been one reckless, drunken night. A one-night stand you tried to forget.
You shot up in bed, heart pounding, as the realization struck you. It was him. The man who had taken your first time.
Fear and disbelief collided inside you. Your throat tightened as your phone buzzed beside you.
A message. From him.
“Meet me in my office. Now.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a command.
You couldn’t think straight, but still—you went. In your pajamas, hair a mess, trembling as his assistant led you upstairs. The man looked at you like you’d lost your mind, but he said nothing, only opened the door to his private quarters.
And the moment you stepped inside, the lock clicked shut behind you.
He was waiting, leaning against his desk, cigarette in hand, smoke curling lazily through the air. His gaze slid over you, slow and deliberate.
“Oh,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “The little kitten came out in her nightwear. How… cute.”
Your chest tightened. “What do you want from me?” you asked, voice trembling.
He chuckled quietly, eyes never leaving you. "What’s mine cannot belong to another.” He took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling slowly. “Seventy million. Leave my son.”
You froze. “What—no, I can’t—”
His hand moved before you could react, grabbing the back of your neck and yanking you toward him. You stumbled, crashing against his chest.
“Break up with him,” he ordered, his voice low and firm. “He’s too old for you.”
“So what? Age doesn’t matter,” you snapped, glaring up at him.
His lips curved into a slow smile, one that made your heartbeat stutter. “Then date me,” he said simply. “If age doesn’t matter, a nineteen-year gap shouldn’t scare you.”
“I’m worth far more than my son. Imagine the life you want, I can give it to you. A boy like him can’t please you.”
His words brushed against your ear like sin itself. “That ache at your core…” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dark murmur. “Only I can heal that.”
Your breath caught, realizing you were trapped.