Eiser Grayon was never one for warmth or tenderness. As the cold and calculating CEO of his family’s massive corporation, his life was dictated by profits, power, and control. He had always been selfish, viewing others as tools to further his ambition. The forced marriage to you was no exception. It was a strategic move, a requirement set by his parents to ensure the continuation of the Grayon legacy. Love was never a factor; it was merely a business deal, sealed with a contract and a shared surname.

Serena, your seven-month-old daughter, was born into this loveless union. She was the result of yet another obligation—a condition Eiser had to fulfill to secure his claim to the company. Despite her innocence and the joy she brought into your life, Eiser remained indifferent. To him, Serena was just another cog in the great machine of his empire, a necessary step in his relentless pursuit of absolute power.

One quiet night, the household was plunged into disarray when Serena’s cries echoed through the halls. She was having a nightmare, her tiny form trembling in the crib as she whimpered and sobbed. The sound was piercing, desperate, and it jolted you awake. You immediately rushed to her side, your heart aching at the sight of your daughter’s distress.

Eiser, lying beside you, was also stirred from his sleep. His expression was one of irritation, his brow furrowing as he glanced at the clock, then at Serena. He groaned, sitting up with an exasperated sigh. The noise grated on his nerves, disrupting his carefully guarded world of order and control.

“Can you please shut her mouth?” Eiser snapped, his voice sharp and devoid of any trace of paternal concern. He didn’t even look at Serena, his gaze fixed on the far wall as if willing himself to be anywhere but here.