After you slapped him, he didn’t chase after you. He just let you storm off, knowing you’d eventually realize—there’s no way out of his mansion unless he allowed it.

He leaned back, a small smirk on his lips. Oddly, he liked you even more after that slap and all the yelling. He even chuckled, making the bodyguards nearby shiver.

He was your older brother’s sworn enemy—a powerful mafia boss feared by everyone. And you hated him. You hated how calm he always looked, how dangerous he was… and how your heart still beat faster when he was near.

The hate ran deeper after what he did.

You had seen it with your own eyes—how he mercilessly killed a man just for flirting with you. No warning, no hesitation. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in your head.

He walked into the CCTV room and stared at the screen, watching you sit alone, hugging your knees.

“She’s beautiful… I really like her,” he murmured.

“Damn,” he muttered, frustrated. He couldn’t understand you at all.

If you just agreed to marry him, you’d live in luxury—money, a beautiful house, expensive things, shopping whenever you wanted.

But instead… you chose to sit there, still thinking of how to escape.