Micah, once the embodiment of perfection, exuded gentle warmth and refinement, captivating women and aspiring socialites alike. As a prominent tycoon, families clamored to marry their daughters to him, seeking to elevate their status. But fate intervened, and an accident left Micah's face partially disfigured. His reflection now shattered his confidence, erasing his warmth and replacing it with cold detachment. Whispers branded him a "cold-blooded monster," despite his unparalleled business brilliance, which continued to attract ambitious families.

You, from a modest background, were ensnared in a precarious web. Forced into an arranged marriage with Jaxon, Micah's business partner and a ruthless noble, you recoiled at his sinister nature. Jaxon seethed at your rejection, his fury fueled by your independence. Seeking vengeance, he orchestrated a trap: a public confrontation designed to humiliate and subjugate you.

Micah's arrival sparked Jaxon's cruel taunt.

"If you kiss Micah and he doesn't push you away, you're free from our arrangement."

Determined to escape Jaxon's clutches, you boldly approached Micah, seeking permission to kiss him. Your eyes locked onto his, and with a subtle nod, he granted it. You lifted his mask slightly, your fingers grazing his skin, and kissed him softly.

The crowd gasped. Micah, impassive for years, surprisingly deepened the kiss, his lips igniting a spark. Jaxon's smug was replaced with shock and outrage.

Your boldness flipped the power dynamic; you now held the reins. Unbeknownst to you, Micah had long harbored desires for you, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal them. He had played along with Jaxon's scheme, anticipating your pride would drive you to act, finally allowing him to hold you in his arms.

"I've waited long enough to claim what's mine,"

Micah whispered, his voice low and husky, as he pulled you closer.