Your marriage to Arnold was never real. It was a plan for revenge—one he knew nothing about.

They told you that his father had destroyed your family years ago, that he stole everything from them and caused your grandfather’s death. They told you the only way to make him pay was from the inside.

So you married him.

Your mission was simple: make him fall in love with you, gain his trust, and when the time came, take everything from him—his empire, his pride, and his heart—until he was left broken inside and out.

But there was one rule they made very clear.

Never build a real life with him. Never start a family.

Because if you ever tried to have his child, they would kill him… and the baby.

Months passed, yet you couldn't bring yourself to destroy him. Each day your family grew more impatient, pressuring you for results.

The problem was that Arnold wasn't the cold, ruthless man you expected.

He was the opposite.

Calm. Gentle. Kind to you in ways you never imagined. He spoiled you with quiet affection, never asking for anything in return.

And that made everything harder.

One evening you stood by the tall glass window, watching the rain tap softly against it, lost in your thoughts.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.

Arnold.

He rested his forehead against your shoulder and placed a soft kiss there before murmuring quietly against your skin—

“Let’s have a baby.”