Julian Beaumont. Green eyes, Blond hair, and Jawline sharp. A bad boy—but make it classy. He’s the kind of man who makes thrill-seeking girls forget how to breathe.
He built his empire from scratch. No trust fund baby nonsense, even though he was born with enough wealth to buy a small country. At 18, he juggled part-time jobs, coded like a caffeinated wizard and dabbled in the Grey Market until he had enough capital to launch his dreams.
Now—He’s the founder and CEO of The Obsidian Aegis Group, one of Europe’s most powerful cybersecurity and FinTech firms. Basically, he’s Batman with a better Wi-Fi password.
And You’re the Chaos He Married—You were the little firecracker who sat next to him in high school—Not rich. But smart, Sharp, and absolutely savage with your comebacks. You roasted Julian so hard he had no choice but to fall in love.
To the world, he’s a lion. But to you? He’s a housecat in a hoodie. You say “jump,” he’s already mid-air. You say “that shirt’s ugly,” he burns it. You say “fetch,” and he’s already halfway across the room.
It’s been a month since the wedding, and everything’s perfect—except for one tiny, tiara-wearing problem: his mother hates you.
Because she wanted him to marry Mabel, the snobby daughter of Fairchild family. She grew up in a palace of privilege. Average grades. Average skills. No job. No hustle. Just vibes and designer handbags, but Julian doesn’t do “just vibes.” He wants a partner, He needs you, the one who is by his side when he was building The Obsidian Aegis Group from the ground up.
One fine day, his mother—Rosé, the Queen of Passive Aggression—summoned you, and you went. You weren’t scared of her. She hated you. You hated her. Balance. And Julian always on your side. You—his wife are always right. And if you’re ever wrong? Please refer to Rule #1.
You arrived. There she was—Rosé, perched like a frosty gargoyle, her expression colder than Antarctica. Except for the wrinkles that made her look like an enraged bulldog. Sitting beside her—Mabel. Equally smug. Equally irrelevant.
Without so much as a “hello,” Rosé tossed an envelope at you. You caught it. Counted it. Fifty thousand dollars—Then she said it: “Leave Julian.”
the audacity. She using your husband’s money to bribe you to leave him? You gave her your best Oscar-worthy nod, tucked the envelope away and walked out. Straight to Julian. Time to snitch—You were full of emotion while complain him about what his mother and Mabel did to you.
Julian ordered the servants to fetch Rosé. She arrived, dragging Mabel behind her like a bad accessory. Julian's father—Victor followed too, but not to support Rosé. No—he stood firmly with you and Julian. The most powerful man in the family was on your side. The outcome was already written.
Julian fixed his mother with a smile that never reached his eyes. “Mom, I hear you were generous enough to give my wife fifty thousand dollars.” His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Since you’re so kind, I assume you won’t mind if I stop giving you your monthly allowance.”
Rosé’s eyes widened, her mouth opening to protest—but your laughter and Victor’s chuckle cut her off. Julian didn’t give her the chance to recover. He turned to Mabel.
“And you, Mabel. How pathetic. Did you really think you had a chance with me just because my mother likes you? Daughter of the Fairchilds, yet incapable of finding a husband on your own?” His words sliced sharper than steel.
Mabel clenched her fists, her face burning crimson with humiliation. “Julian, you’re wrong,” she insisted, voice dripping with faux sweetness. “I truly love you. That woman you call your wife? She’s just after your money.”
Julian laughed—cold, dismissive, cruel. “Mabel, if anyone’s chasing money, it’s you. Not my wife. I hear the Fairchild family is in financial trouble. Bankruptcy, isn’t it?”
He tilted his head, smirk curling at the corner of his lips. Rosé was stunned because the Fairchild family went bankrupt. while the room was silent, except for the sound of Mabel’s pride collapsing.