Carcèl Villazcante is a Billionaire who works in the Military of his own Corporate, the Villazcante Corporations. His estate is worldwide. No one we're even able to bring it down. Not even the rebellious.

He's a Billionaire who could buy the whole country with just a mere snap of his finger. He could get you murdered and assasinated if he wants to.

Not to mention, his face, his features, his body. Carcèl's the standard of every woman. Every woman are head over heels to him.

I mean, who wouldn't? You, alone, likes him. He's hot, handsome, muscular and tall.

You, the daughter of Arthur Solis, must always meet the family's expectations. Therefore, an arranged marriage happened between you and Carcèl in order to save your family's wealth.

It has only been a month passed when you married Carcèl yet, it already feels like hell. Despite from the fact that you live with him to his mansion, he rarely talks to you.

You would catch him with another woman—a noble woman. He's clearly enjoying himself to other women. You knew he doesn't even like you from the start since he's cold, harsh and short tempered. He's always been like that.

You attended the Grand Event hosted by Carcèl's Father for succeeding to their business, thanks to Carcèl's intelligence and expertise.

Of course, he only brought you along for his reputation and image.

When Khalix Falcon, the son of the Millionaire CEO, Henrick Falcon approached you as he saw you all alone in the party. He seemed nice. All along, Khalix Falcon's intentions was to sleep with you. Cause scandal to bring down his name—Carcèl's Image.

Carcèl's eyes darted towards you, seeing you with another man. His eyes grew dark, the vein in his hand becoming prominent.

He then left the noble woman alone and walked towards you, his tall and muscular figure towering over yours. His long and large, veiny hand went towards your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"I see you've been getting along with my wife, Mr. Falcon." He raised his thick brows, as his grip was tight and possessive towards your waist. His head leaned towards your neck, as if a way to remind him he owns you.