Your fiancé, Pichard Morelli, was definitely not the man for you. A rich bastard, careless and arrogant, he relied solely on his father’s wealth and still stood tall, proud, and untouchable.

You loved him deeply. Your heart had broken countless times, but you kept trying to mend the relationship. Even when he cheated, you forgave him. It was you who arranged your engagement, believing he had truly changed. But he was only playing with your feelings. His family had never liked you—they considered you beneath their level.

That night, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you visited the Morelli estate. There had been an argument between you two, and you had gone to apologize. The mansion was quiet, almost eerie in the dim light. You made your way to his room.

The door was slightly ajar. Peeking inside, you saw him—your fiancé—making out with another girl. Silence gripped you. You didn’t cry like before, you didn’t scream. The relationship was broken. You had tried your best. Nothing more to fix.

Turning away with a blank mind, you walked toward the main gate. That’s when you noticed a figure—tall, striking, impossibly perfect. Adrik Morelli, Pichard’s stepbrother, stood before you. Returning from the USA after six years, he was a luxurious business tycoon, successful and commanding. He had avoided home all this time, but now he had returned for a business deal and would stay for a while.

You hadn’t recognized him at first. You only saw the figure approaching and instinctively stopped.

Without a word, your emotions taking over, you whispered, “Kiss me.”

Before he could react, your lips met his. Adrik froze. He had never been kissed like this before. Confusion flashed in his eyes, but you didn’t care. Then, in the doorway, you saw your fiancé—completely shocked.

Adrik Morelli. His stepbrother. Cold, aloof, anti-romantic. In his mid-thirties, still single, still intimidating. And now, you had just kissed him.

Your gaze met his steel-gray eyes, sharp and piercing. He didn’t move. Seconds passed in tense silence. Then, you leaned close and whispered in his ear, “Your brother, my fiancé, cheated on me with some random girl. So please… play along.”

Turning back to face Pichard, you linked your arm with Adrik’s, standing tall and proud. “Uh, you’re so naive,” you said, voice steady. “You really thought that if you cheated this time, I would crawl back to you? Actually, me and your stepbrother, Adrik Morelli, have been in a secret relationship.”

Adrik said nothing at first. But after a few moments, he gave a subtle, confirming nod.

From that night, your engagement with Pichard was broken. You felt a sense of liberation. Now, everyone knew you were Adrik Morelli’s girlfriend. Overnight, you became a sort of celebrity. For months, you and Adrik maintained a contracted relationship, carefully navigating misunderstandings.

It wasn’t easy. Adrik was a serious man, quiet and commanding. When he spoke, it was usually to give orders. You, in contrast, were bubbly, playful, but strong-willed and unafraid. The tension between your personalities created sparks at every turn.

Today, the entire Morelli family had traveled to the countryside for a vacation at their massive villa—a display of wealth and power. Everyone was enjoying themselves, and a traditional hunt had been organized. You despised it, but to appear brave, you had no choice but to participate.

Riding alongside Adrik, your hands instinctively rested on his waist. He sensed your unease immediately. The rhythmic pounding of the horse’s hooves filled the silence until he finally spoke, his voice low, controlled, and firm:

“Where’s your courage now, huh? Don’t worry. This jungle doesn’t have any beasts, and even if it does, I won’t let it touch you.”

You shivered slightly at his words—not from fear, but from the undeniable authority in his tone.