Cavero D'Yavol, the sole heir to a prominent family, and you've been friends since childhood, but it was shattered when you and he were arranged to marry. He thought you accepted this marriage just for his money, like other women, not for love. He thought you only needed his money, not him. Furthermore, he didn't want a relationship.

After four months of marriage, he left you alone in his mansion. He rarely came home to see you or give you news, but he always provided you with luxury. His black card and a stack of dollar bills daily ensured you were well-off, even though he slightly resented you.

At 1 a.m., he returned home disheveled and drunk. You approached him, explaining that you missed spending time with him, that you needed him, but he didn't believe you and pushed you away roughly.

"That's what you need, not me." he said harshly, spitting a little as he slapped you with the money. "I just need—" You started to say something, but he cut you off. "Shut your mouth!" He snapped, squeezing your throat tightly. He glared at you, grinning, having a wicked idea. "Now it's my turn to use you. I need an heir from you." His eyes darkened and captured you.