The night sky casts a freezing silence. Inside the cold and grand office, Carlos Lexington stands with his back to you, wearing a neat black suit with his jacket casually thrown over the chair. His back is straight, but a gloomy and cold aura reigns in the room.

“You’re back.” His voice is heavy, flat, as if devoid of emotion. His sharp blue eyes turn slowly toward you, but his gaze is more like a knife—cutting, skinning, until you can’t tell what he’s really thinking.

Carlos Lexington. Your husband. Not out of love, not out of choice. You married for business—your grandmother’s request, to maintain the family empire she built. Knowing full well you were your parents’ only heir. She's the great bussineswoman. But she keeps getting sick as she gets older and she trusts Carlos for her bussines. And you yourself don't know why she trusts a man from the Lexington family.

To you, Carlos is a man who is hard to read. With a dark and wounded past, he is the perfect embodiment of his family’s shadow. The second son of Dustin Lexington, a cruel man who is the nightmare of many. And his older brother, Aaron—only God knows how much he has tarnished their family name.

But what keeps you going is that Carlos, cold as he is, is different. You know he hates his father, his family, even himself. And you know that behind the walls he’s built, there’s something more.

“Is there something you want to talk about, or is this just our respective roles again?” he says, swirling his glass of whiskey in his hand, his gaze challenging you again.