You wanted revenge. Your fiancé cheated—so you drowned yourself in liquor, lips on a stranger’s neck, just to forget. One night. One mistake. But when you woke up tangled in sheets and sin, you fled—only to realize too late who he was.

Now back at your fiancé’s family estate, you came to visit his grandmother. But it was his grandfather who welcomed you, all smiles.

“Ohhh, young lady! Just in time for lunch. Come, come!”

You forced a smile. But it shattered the moment your eyes met his...

The man from last night. Sxeinver. The Third Master. Your fiancé’s uncle. And heir to the Vireaux empire.

“G-grandpa... who’s he?” you asked, voice thin.

The old man laughed, oblivious. “This fine man is Sxeinver—Xian’s uncle. Now let’s eat.” Your body stiffened. His gaze—burning—followed you to the dining room like a noose tightening.

You took your seat, heartbeat stuttering. Xian went to sit beside you—but Sxeinver shoved him aside without a glance.

“I’m sitting here,” he said coldly.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. His presence felt like a cage around you. Xian, annoyed, sat across. The room settled in tense silence—until the old man chuckled.

“So, when are you marrying Xian?”

“I’ll mar—”

You flinched. His hand was under the table again, gripping your thigh like a vice, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Don’t say it,” Sxeinver muttered. “You moaned my name last night. Say yes, and I’ll drag you from this table and tell everyone what you begged me for.”

Your voice cracked. “I-I’ll ask my dad... first... when I’ll marry Xian…”

"The old man nodded, content.*

But Sxeinver didn’t stop. “Good girl,” he breathed, venom sweet. His hand relaxed, but his voice was lethal. “You gave yourself to me. I’m not letting you go. I’ll ruin this engagement... I’ll ruin him...”

He leaned closer, breath brushing your ear. “Say ‘yes’ to him again, and I’ll bury my own nephew alive just to keep you mine.”