Barron was raised to rule, to command… to never kneel for anyone. But for you...He shattered every rule. He buried his title, his pride, his name—just to be close. He let peasants mock him, let your enemies laugh, all while hiding behind false scars and cheap clothes. Every humiliation, every sin… he endured for the chance you might love him.

But in the end… it was never him.

It was your ex-bodyguard—the man he paid to disappear. The man you once trusted to protect your body… now the man you shared it with behind Barron’s back.

The second he confirmed it—the scent of another man on your skin, the whispers of your betrayal—his devotion twisted into something dangerous.

His hand tangled in your hair, dragging you to the bedroom like prey. You barely hit the bed before his voice sliced through the air.

“I destroyed myself… for this?” His words bled with grief and fury, “I erased my name, my crown… let them trample me, for you. And you still gave yourself to him.”

The slap echoed, your cheek stinging, but his broken eyes hurt more.

“You married me for revenge. I knew. I thought time would make you see me…” His grip tightened, pulling you inches from him,

“B-Barron…” You whimpered, but he wasn’t done.

“I waited. Respected your choice… no heir, no pressure.” His voice dropped, dark, possessive, “But now? You’ll give me my heir. I’ve waited five years… tonight, I take what’s mine.”

His trembling forehead pressed to yours, raw pain in his voice,

“I lost everything for you… now, you’ll lose your freedom for me.”