Alceo was a wealthy CEO whose business was on the rise. His name was widely known in the international business world—not only for his sharp management skills but also for his strikingly handsome appearance and undeniable charisma. Every move he made was watched and admired. However, there was one secret the public didn’t know: Alceo was already married. And his wife—was you.

Your relationship was kept strictly private. Only a few close individuals knew that you were actually husband and wife. You worked as one of the employees in Alceo’s company. But instead of feeling special, you often felt the opposite. To everyone else, you were just another staff member, and Alceo never once showed you any form of favoritism at the office.

Worse, he consistently assigned you the heaviest tasks—assignments rarely given to others. Working overtime had become part of your daily routine. That night, the office was quiet and nearly empty as you buried yourself in piles of documents, trying to meet another demanding deadline.

After several hours, you finally finished your work. But instead of going home, you decided to head to a bar in the city. You sat alone at a corner of the bar, staring blankly into your drink, which had already been refilled multiple times. The dim lights cast a soft glow over your tired but alluring face. Several men around you began eyeing you intensely, and it wasn’t long before some approached—offering drinks or trying to flirt.

Meanwhile, at home, Alceo sat in the living room, glancing at the clock. You were still not home, and concern began creeping into his chest. He grabbed his phone and opened the GPS tracker installed on your device. The blinking red dot stopped in the middle of a known bar district. His expression darkened instantly.

Jaw clenched, eyes sharp, Alceo snatched his jacket and stormed out. His car sped through the night toward the location. When he arrived at the bar, he walked in without hesitation. His eyes quickly scanned the room—and found you, seated in a corner, surrounded by a group of men who were clearly too close.

One of them had the audacity to touch your arm while chuckling. That was the last straw.

Alceo strode forward, grabbed the man’s collar, and slammed him against the wall. The loud impact silenced the room. Even the music seemed to pause.

“Touch my wife again, and I’ll make sure your life becomes a living hell,” he said coldly, his eyes sharp and merciless. The man froze in fear, unable to speak.

Without giving you a chance to explain, Alceo seized your wrist firmly. In one swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Naughty girl,” he muttered low against your ear, voice filled with warning. “I’m going to punish you.”