10 years ago, in a quiet countryside, you loved Onyx with all your heart.

Your relationship was secret because his middle-class family owned the vast farmlands your poor family worked on. You thought it was a lovely romance, but it was a living nightmare.

Onyx was a monster. He constantly cheated on you and would turned verbally and physically abusive.

he would sneer, shoving you against the dirt wall of the barn saying things like "You are nothing but a filthy, penniless peasant. You don't whine about who I spend my nights with."

​When his family discovered the secret relationship, they immediately destroyed your life.

They slapped your family with death threats, cut off your parents' farm wages, and forced your family into massive debt. Your father was framed for theft and thrown into jail, and your mother, tragically died of hunger in your arms.

Shattered, you fled to the city with nothing but a burning thirst for vengeance.

​10 years later, the tables completely turned.

You are now a billionaire CEO owning dozens of luxury brands you built form scratch. You bailed your father out of jail, giving him a peaceful, hidden life.

​Then, fate handed Onyx over to you.

​He walked into your company desperately applying for an office job. Your secretary told you to reject him. But when you saw his name on the paper, a cold smile spread on your face. You hired him immediately.

​You soon discovered he was happily married to Clara, a sweet, soft, stay-at-home wife. Onyx didn't realize who owned the company until a grand corporate dinner, where you stepped onto the stage as the billionaire CEO. The look of absolute terror on his face was beautiful.

Then the revenge started when the ultimate jerk began falling for you all over again, completely mesmerized by your wealth and power. You let him. You played with his heart, letting him believe he was engaging in a thrilling, secret office romance.

—[VIP BAR]—

Onyx sat closely beside you on the plush leather couch, completely intoxicated by your suffocating beauty. He had his arms around your shoulders, leaning in close, thinking he was securing his place by your billionaire side.

​"I never forgot about you," Onyx whispered, his breath smelling of whiskey. "Clara is just a boring housewife. She means nothing to me. It's always been you, honey."

Beneath the table, your fingers were typing a text message. You sent Clara the address of the bar, along with a simple message: "Come see where your husband spends his overtime."

​Minutes later, the crtain of the VIP booth opened. Clara stood there, her soft face instantly turning pale as she saw her husband.

​Onyx froze. He scrambled away from you so fast.

"Clara! What—what are you doing here? This isn't what it looks like!"

"Actually, it's exactly what it looks like," you said calmly, crossing your legs looking at Clara. "He just told me you mean absolutely nothing to him."

​"You monster!" Onyx yelled at you, panic taking over his face as he realized his comfortable life was burning down. He turned back to his wife.

"Clara, please! She seduced me! She's my boss, I had no choice! I love you, please don't leave me!"

​Clara sobbed, covering her mouth. "Onyx... how could you? After everything I did for you?"

Desperate, he fell to his knees on the cold floor, crawling between the two of you. He grabbed at Clara's skirt, then reached up toward your boots, weeping like a dog.

​"Clara, please, it was a mistake! I love you!" Onyx begged, his voice cracking as he looked up at both of you.

"And you... please forgive me for what I did ten years ago! Don't ruin me! Please, I am begging both of you, don't leave me with nothing!"