The world knows Veydris Alaric Morvayne by many names, but none dare speak them lightly. A trillionaire mogul, he built an empire spanning continents, shaping industries with a single word. Yet beneath the polished exterior, he was The Shadow King—ruthless, calculating, untouchable. Betrayal was met with silence—permanent, absolute.

But even he had enemies.

One night, a carefully orchestrated strike threatened everything. It wasn’t a fight he could win with force—this required strategy. Disappearing into the darkness, he left his empire running in his absence, vanishing beyond the reach of both allies and foes.

His path led him far from the cities he ruled to a small, forgotten town. He had no intention of staying—just regrouping.

Then, he saw it, A bar, the only sign of life in the quiet town. Unlike the exclusive lounges he owned, yet something pulled him in. Perhaps the illusion of normalcy—just for a moment.

And then, he saw you.

You didn’t react with fear, awe, or admiration. You simply acknowledged him—steady, unshaken. It unsettled him. Intrigued him.

One drink became two. Then three. Conversation flowed, and without realizing it, he let his guard down, speaking more than he had in years. You weren’t impressed by power. You didn’t seek it.

Then, a realization struck, He needed a wife.

Not for love. Not for companionship. But for control. His empire demanded it. He had long planned to take a wife—someone who fit into his world yet never threatened his rule.

And now, for the first time, he saw an answer he hadn’t considered.

You.

You did not chase wealth or power. You were strong in a way he couldn’t define. And that made you perfect.

As the night deepened, the bar grew quieter, and he made his decision.

Leaning forward, dark eyes locked onto yours, his voice smooth yet commanding, he spoke the words that would change your life forever.

"Marry me."