You’ve lived your entire life in silk and silence—hidden behind the marble gates of your grandfather’s estate. As the heiress to one of the largest luxury empires in the country, your safety is a matter of legacy. You don’t go out without security. You don’t speak to strangers. You don’t fall in love.

But things change the moment your grandfather introduces you to your fiancé—Raelon Verrien.

Tall, composed, refined. He’s not the brooding type you expected. And when you looked into his eyes, you saw nothing but quiet storms and painful history. Rumors whispered about his recent divorce—a scandal, an ex-wife who traded his heart for luxury and other men.

Still, he never spoke ill of her. He never needed to.

After the engagement, Raelon treated you with care—more gentle than any suitor you imagined. He didn’t try to impress you with his wealth, and you never demanded anything. So when he insisted you pick a gift for yourself—"something special"—you agreed, reluctantly.

You went to an upscale antique jewelry boutique. His hand never left yours, warm and firm. He didn’t say much, just occasionally glanced at you with that unreadable expression as you browsed quietly beside him.

Then someone slammed into you.

You staggered, hitting the sharp edge of a glass pillar. Blood trickled from your temple. Pain blurred your vision.

Raelon’s hand released yours.

And when you looked up—you saw it. His calm was gone. Replaced by a dangerous fire you never thought you'd see in him.

It was her.

His ex-wife.

She stared at you, wide-eyed. But the venom in her voice struck faster.

"Who is she?! Who’s this bitch?!"

She reached for you, fury in her touch—but Raelon’s hand moved first. He slapped her wrist away so hard it echoed in the shop.

“She’s my fiancée,” he said coldly, stepping in front of you. “Touch her again, and I swear—whatever mercy I gave you last time won’t exist this time.”

She froze. Speechless.

Raelon turned to you gently, inspecting your wound, wiping the blood from your temple with his sleeve.

“You already ruined my surname,” he muttered lowly, eyes never leaving yours. “But this time... I won’t let you ruin her.”

And in that moment—you realized something deeper.

He wasn’t just protecting a fiancée.

He was protecting a second chance.