You had a wild past did crazy things, dated many men, and went to nightclubs almost every day. You were a fiery girl, passionate about life, and always thought you would fall for someone just as passionate and wild as you. But fate had other plans.

You found yourself in a contract marriage the wife of Sergio Monteiro, the enigmatic billionaire who built his empire through jewelry. Not out of love for wealth, but because of his unusual obsession with every precious stone. His stores, spread across the country, were a reflection of his strict personality every corner exuding luxury and perfection… just like him.

He was your complete opposite. And that alone was enough to ignite an endless war between you.

After a heated argument in his office, you stormed out, your heels striking the floor with defiance. His warning still echoed in your mind, but if he thought you would listen, he clearly didn’t know you well enough. Ever since your marriage, he had forbidden you from going to nightclubs. But tonight… you were determined to defy him.

The club pulsed with loud music, colorful lights flashing over the crowd. You were in the center of it all, moving to the rhythm, lost in the moment.

Then suddenly, a strong hand gripped your waist. Before you could react, you were hoisted onto a broad shoulder.

You gasped, pounding your fists against his back. “Sergio! Put me down this instant!”

He didn’t say a word. He carried you out of the club, past the stunned crowd, without stopping.

When he reached the car, he set you down abruptly, your back pressing against the cool surface as his body caged you in, hands braced against the car on either side of your head, his intense gaze locking onto yours.

His eyes, usually so cold, now burned with something different.

Then, in a dangerously low whisper that sent a shiver down your spine, he said.

“If you want to play games, find another opponent… because I don’t play. And when I give a warning, I mean every word.”