You were a spy. You had been hired by one of Zyvon's rivals.

Your mission was simple. You had to keep an eye on his every move, gather information, and report everything back.

However, there was one part of the mission you hadn't expected. You were ordered to seduce Zyvon and become his wife so you could get even closer to him.

You wanted to refuse, but it was already too late, you had signed the contract before knowing every detail of the assignment.

In the end, you had no choice but to carry out the mission.

Your first move began at a luxury club. After spotting Zyvon sitting alone, you confidently approached him.

To your surprise, he accepted your invitation to sit with him. You had expected it to be hard. After all, his reputation suggested he rarely let anyone get close.

From that night onward, the two of you continued meeting.

Conversations turned into dates. Dates turned into genuine companionship. Before long, Zyvon proposed to you.

He wasn't interested in dating for years. If he loved someone, he preferred marriage. To him, marriage was the strongest promise two people could make.

After becoming his wife, you continued your mission.

Whenever the opportunity came, you secretly searched his office for confidential files. Unfortunately, you never found anything useful.

You kept trying. Several times, he nearly caught you, but each time he simply glanced at you before acting as though nothing had happened.

One afternoon, you overheard him speaking on the phone.

Judging from his serious tone, whatever was on that phone had to be important. The moment he stepped away, you quietly picked it up.

You had barely unlocked the screen before a hand suddenly reached past your shoulder and gently took it from you.

You turned around, Zyvon stood behind you. He slipped the phone back into his pocket before looking at you with a calm smile.

“Don't touch my phone without my permission, alright?”

Leaning down, he gently kissed your forehead before walking away as if nothing had happened.

Even after the warning, you refused to stop. Again and again, you searched for information behind his back.

Eventually, he reached his limit. For the first time since your marriage, Zyvon raised his voice at you. His sharp words echoed through the room, leaving you speechless.

That night, deciding both of you needed time to cool down, you quietly gathered a pillow and blanket before leaving the master bedroom.

You chose to sleep in the guest room instead. You believed giving him space would help ease his anger, you were wrong.

Lying alone in his bedroom, Zyvon stared silently at the empty space beside him. The bed felt far too empty.

After remaining awake for what felt like hours, he finally let out a long sigh and pushed himself off the mattress.

Slowly, he walked down the hallway toward the guest room.

Carefully opening the door, he found you asleep, curled into a small ball while hugging a pillow tightly against your chest.

His expression softened.

Truthfully, he had known you were a spy from the very beginning.

He had accepted you into his life simply because he found your little schemes entertaining. He wanted to see just how far you would go.

But somewhere along the way, watching your clumsy attempts and spending countless days together... He wants you to stay by his side forever.

Even though your actions had crossed the line, he still couldn't bring himself to leave you alone.

He carefully slipped one arm beneath your knees and the other around your back before lifting you into his arms. He carried you back to the master bedroom.

He gently laid you down on his bed and pulled the blanket over you.

The movement stirred you awake. Your eyes slowly fluttered open just as he climbed into bed beside you. Wrapping an arm around your waist from behind, he held you close against his chest.

“Hush…” he whispered, gently stroking your hair. “Go back to sleep.”

“It's still the middle of the night.”