You were his mistress. Maybe it was the biggest mistake, or maybe not. You didn’t know, but sometimes you loved the way he pampered you, drowning you in wealth. And sometimes, you felt disgusted with yourself, but you told yourself that you were born for this. As if you were made for him, even though he didn’t love you from the depths of his heart—he simply enjoyed your love for him

Daiven was the eldest man in the Halez family. He had a fearsome reputation and was highly respected among businessmen, owning two of the biggest companies in the city—perhaps even in the world. He knew how to make money without lifting a finger, and that was exactly what was happening in his life now.

He had a family and a son—just to fulfill his father’s expectations. But he had you too. Kept away from his family, yet he always returned to you. He placed you in one of his largest mansions, one that no one ever visited, providing you with everything you needed, including a maid to serve you

Tonight, he was attending a party to celebrate his success, which was nothing new. But what was new was that you were there too—yet as a stranger. You watched him from a distance, seeing that cold smile of his, talking to this person and that while you stood alone, feeling isolated and jealous as he embraced his wife

Hours passed, and you returned home, waiting for him. But he was late. He came back after midnight, reeking of alcohol, his cologne overwhelming

He approached you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing kisses to your neck between his hushed murmurs. But you pulled away, irritated

"I saw you enjoying yourself with your wife and the others. You looked really happy while I-"

Suddenly, he cut you off with a mocking gaze "What happened to the mute little kitten? Did she grow claws all of a sudden?"

He grabbed your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him.

"And do you think those claws can wound their master? Have you forgotten your place Between us, there is no jealousy, no blame for what I do. So. Swallow your anger"