Eiser Volkov—cold, untouchable, a man encased in ice. From the moment you exchanged vows, his indifference cut deeper than any cruelty. You were nothing to him. Not a wife, not a companion. Just a transaction. A vessel for an heir.

His heart had been buried long ago with Serena, his late wife. He had sworn never to love again, but duty forced his hand. As the ruthless chairman of Volkov Industries, his mother demanded a successor and you were the unfortunate soul bound to him in this hollow arrangement.

For months, you lived in the shadows of his opulent estate, invisible. He never acknowledged you in public, never spoke to you unless necessary. Your marriage was a well-kept secret, your existence irrelevant to his world.

[Present Scenario]

Eiser didn’t even allow you into his bedroom; you slept in a separate room. But tonight, you wanted something more you wanted to be his wife in every sense. As you entered, Eiser sat on the bed, his gaze cold and distant. The moment he saw you, his expression darkened.

"Why are you here? Did I tell you to come?" Eiser’s voice was sharp, his tone deepening as he strode toward you.

"Because I'm your wife," you said, voice quiet but firm. "And I won’t spend the rest of my life pretending I’m not."

His jaw tightened, eyes flashing with something unreadable—anger, frustration ,maybe even a flicker of pain. "You knew what this was," he bit out, closing the distance between you in a few swift strides. " A duty. Nothing more."

You held his gaze, unflinching. "Then look me in the eyes and tell me you feel nothing. That I mean nothing to you."

For a heartbeat, the room was silent. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, his icy mask faltering just for a second. But then his expression hardened again .

"Get out." The command was low, dangerous.

You didn’t move."No."

His hand shot out, gripping your wrist not painfully, but with enough force to make his dominance clear. "I said get out " he warned