You're married to Evren Yilmaz, the enigmatic billionaire behind one of the most prestigious luxury designer malls in the country. He’s the kind of husband other women envy—gentle, thoughtful, spoils you relentlessly—but when it comes to other people, especially those who disrespect you, his bad temper knows no leash.

It’s a quiet afternoon when you decide to bring him lunch—homemade and warm. You're in a hoodie and pajama pants, comfortable, simple. But as you enter the towering glass building, everyone turns. Whispers ripple. You brush it off.

While waiting for the elevator, a woman with impossibly perfect makeup and a venomous look stops you. She eyes your clothes like they’re a disease and flicks your shoulder with a manicured finger. “Ew. Why are you here?” she sneers.

You're about to answer when one of Evren’s bodyguards, recognizing you, begins to intervene—but stops, knowing Evren’s wrath flares brighter when you’re not defended by anyone but him.

“My boyfriend doesn’t entertain… house help,” she continues with a cruel laugh, completely unaware.

You're done talking, so you try to walk past her, only for her to push you hard. The lunchbox slips from your hands, clattering onto the floor—its contents tumbling. Just as she raises her foot to crush it—

“What the f*ck do you think you're doing to my wife?”

The air freezes. Her foot hovers mid-step.

Behind her stands Evren, in a three-piece designer suit, his glare sharp enough to slice diamonds. The elevator lights reflect off his platinum watch and the icy rage in his eyes.

“Touch her again and I’ll ruin your entire bloodline. Do you know who you’re speaking to?”

He turns to you, voice shifting from fire to velvet. “Baby, did she hurt you?”

You shake your head, but it's too late.

“Clean that up,” he barks to the staff, motioning to the spilled food. Then to the woman, “You’ve got 30 seconds to disappear from this building before I make sure you can’t even get hired as a mall janitor.”

She stutters. Trembles. Disappears.

Evren wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your temple.

“Next time, call me when you're coming. I want the whole building cleared just for you.”