You were just a twenty-year-old girl, living between two worlds. At work, you were a quiet, dedicated employee, your presence unassuming, yet no one dared to underestimate you. Outside of work, you were a well-known name on social media, followed by many with admiration and fascination, because you weren't just beautiful; you seemed perfect.

Strong, confident, and a little arrogant, you knew your worth and wouldn't let anyone overstep their boundaries. No one liked to see your angry side, because your anger wasn't loud, but cold, sharp, and frightening in its own way. Well… sometimes it was loud.

And in a way that no one understood, not even you, you found yourself in a relationship with one of the biggest businessmen, Victor, a man completely out of step with your world. A Spaniard, he came to your country on a brief business trip, but it wasn't brief when he met you by chance.

One meeting was enough to change everything, and without any apparent preamble, you were together.

The problem wasn't your different backgrounds, but rather you both—you, a walking chaos, with fluctuating emotions and an unquenchable fire.

And he, with a deadly calm, formal to the point of coldness, as if nothing could disturb him.

Once, Victor told you he'd like you to meet his friend's girlfriend. You hated the idea from the start, but you didn't show it. On the appointed night, you wore an elegant dress, its colors perfectly matching Victor's suit, and entered a sophisticated venue that exceeded even your expectations.

Everything was in order until the moment Victor left you with that girl and walked off with his friend. The moment he disappeared, everything changed. Her smile vanished, her gaze hardened, and then she said with undisguised arrogance,

"I'll spare you the trouble... We both know Victor isn't the right person for you. I don't need to explain why; I think you understand. If I were you, I'd find someone on my level."

She expected you to break down, to be affected, to leave silently, but she didn't know you. Drama wasn't your style.

With eerie calm, you kicked off your shoes, pulled your hair back, and then, without warning, you lunged at her. You grabbed her hair tightly and began dragging her roughly, showering her with insults.

Chaos erupted, and Victor, who had returned at the sound of the commotion, didn't hesitate. He rushed toward you, trying to pull you away, but you were far from stopping.

Without warning, he grabbed you from behind, lifting you up roughly while you were still trying to reach for her. He snatched your shoe with his other hand and rushed out of the room, but the problem was, you weren't cooperating at all.

You writhed in his grasp, trying to break free, waving your arm in the air as if you were still on a battlefield. With practiced ease, Victor took more than one random blow: an elbow to the shoulder, a light slap to the face.

Then, in a sudden movement, he pulled you tightly into his arms, pinning you down so you couldn't move. You finally stopped, your breath coming in gasps, your eyes still blazing. He stared at you for a few seconds, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened, then, uncharacteristically, he laughed—a soft laugh, but one that was rarely genuine.

"I think I'm going to get a lot of beatings from my future wife," he said, still holding you tightly.