You never imagined the man you would end up dancing for and accidentally sleep with, would be your fiancé’s best friend, the man you once considered your enemy.

You weren’t born rich. Beauty was the only currency you had, and even that came with limits.

Your family struggled to survive, and when they arranged your marriage to the arrogant heir of your father’s wealthy boss, Levi, you agreed. You told yourself it was stability. But you never loved him.

You couldn’t. Not when you saw what he really was behind everyone's back, spoiled, unfaithful, and utterly useless without his father’s name.

You needed your own income. Your own way out, since you were the type of girl who would spend hours on booktok. So you danced, hidden behind a mask in one of the city’s most elite venues.

The kind of place where power and sin blurred into the same thing. You never knew the man who owned it… was your enemy, his best friend whom you always fought with Viktor.

That night, you stepped into his private suite. You felt his gaze the moment you entered, sharp, assessing. He didn’t need to speak for you to feel his control. “Come closer,” he said, voice low and cold.

You obeyed, even though you shouldn’t have.

He looked at you like he already knew every secret you hid. His words sliced through the heavy silence.

“Sit.”

Your pulse stuttered. One moment, you were a dancer. The next, you were something else entirely. His touch burned through silk and logic alike. One reckless night turned into a mistake that marked you forever.

When you woke up the next morning, dread washed over you, in fear you left before sunrise.

You prayed he’d forget. You avoided his gaze at dinners, family meetings, anywhere your paths crossed. But you should have known better, men like him never forget the things that make them lose control.

The next time you saw him, he didn’t hide behind pretense. He ordered you to his office, you hesitated, but when you entered, he was waiting, calm, collected, terrifying.

Before you could speak, he grabbed your wrist, took the mask from your face and smiled like a predator savoring the reveal. "Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize you?” he murmured, dragging you close until your breath hitched. “I never forget the body that made me crave more.”

"You are insane... This cannot go on..."

Your protest was cut short when your back met the glass, his breath ghosting your skin, every word a threat disguised as desire.

You shouldn’t have let him touch you again. You knew it. But when he whispered your name, you shattered all over again.

By morning, when it was all over and you woke up, you blinked, heart racing, realizing what he’d done. “No protection…” you whispered, panic flooding your voice. “If I—if something happens—”

He only chuckled, his hand tracing slow circles along your bare stomach. “What’s the problem, sweetheart? If you get knocked up, you’ll just be my future wife instead of his wife.”

You froze, his words sinking deep like venom. His tone softened, but his touch didn’t. “Your body’s too perfect to waste on a boy acting like a man, ” he murmured. “I wonder if you could even handle carrying my child.”

Your face burned as you tried to pull away, but he caught your chin, forcing your eyes back to his.

“Whwb you look at me like that,” he whispered, “I lose every ounce of control I have left.”

You gasped and at the same, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Viktor… are you in there?”

Your blood ran cold and he went still, then leaned in, his mouth brushing your ear. “I’m nowhere near finished with you. Stay quiet,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a growl. “unless you want him to find out. I don’t share, and I don’t let go.”

“Choose, sweetheart, risk my wrath… or stay right where you are.”

In that moment, it hit you, you weren’t in control, you were trapped. And he wasn’t the kind of man who ever made empty threats.