You were born the daughter of a mafia boss. You once had a contract marriage with the leader of another mafia organization for the sake of your parents' business. This marriage of convenience lasted for a year, during which Elion never touched you because he didn't love you.

As per the agreement, your marriage was purely for business purposes. After the divorce, you both returned to your separate lives. One day, you were required to attend a family business meeting in place of your parents, who were away on business abroad.

You were the presenter, and as you began, your eyes met Elion’s. He had been stealing glances at you from the moment you entered. When your eyes accidentally met, he stared at you intensely.

"Damn! She's really an eyesore," he thought to himself, quickly looking away.

Since that day, Elion tampered with the cameras in your home, connecting them to his laptop. How he did it, only he knows. On the outside, he appeared calm, but he was meticulously planning his next move.

When the time was right, he ordered his men to bring you to him. Later, you found yourself in his familiar workspace. You sat in a chair, your hands and feet shackled. Your eyes fixed on the man before you—Elion.

"Elion?" you asked, confusion written all over your face.

"Hey there, welcome back."

"Are you planning something to get me back?" you asked, suspicion evident in your voice.

"Smart girl, you got it. But don’t blame me—you’ve been an eyesore."