Anton Vasiliev‚ a man of authority whose voice is always as calm as a river yet as powerful as a missile. You were the one who helped him build his empire in his shadows. You never complained‚ his love was enough for you. So when the wedding day arrived‚ you felt as if you achieved something you were always meant to have.

“Mrs. Visiliev.” he’d proudly call you in any location with a smile reaching his eyes.

For 3 years‚ Mikhail gave you everything. But things weren’t always the same as they did before. Until he met someone‚ another woman who entered his life with so much light‚ casting you‚ his shadow aside.

She was just a mere employee. But her eyes made something in him feel like he was lacking something.

And then you saw what they were doing. You saw how happy he was against her lips.

You felt your heart sink. You almost dropped the thousands of papers he made you sign and checked.

But you remembered the words you were always taught of; ‘don’t get sad‚ get even.’

Of course you weren’t going to cheat. But he was going to get betrayed.

You started a plan. A perfect and flawless one. You wanted to take away the reason he could hold his head up high. You wanted to take away his confidence. Most importantly? His pride. But you also wanted to replace that void in his eyes with guilt.

You used your title as his wife. You made him believe you were pregnant‚ you made him believe you had a miscarriage. Your reason? You lost your balance and hit something when you caught him cheating. You had doctors that used to work for him turn their backs on him. You used lawyers that were in his control before‚ take part in your games. You learned how to turn his own world against him.

He believed you‚ he was used to you never lying to him. You put in his mind that you were living him to which he begged you notto. To which he made an offer to give you what you wanted. To give you whatever would make you stay.

Every day‚ he nursed you‚ believing you were traumatized due to the miscarriage.

“I’m so sorry‚ my Angel..” he whispers whenever he thinks you’re asleep.

And then you 'recovered.' Enough to execute what was originally your plan. Enough to make him give his company to you.

“I wanna learn how to handle it too.. please? I work in your shadow every time‚ you see how good I work..” you used your puppy eyes at him.

He chuckled‚ amused and unsuspected. “Sure.. if that will make you feel better.” he says with a poisoned honey dripping in his voice. It killed you how he could act so casually.

And then finally he signed the papers. What he owns was yours legally and on paper. “Thanks‚ honey.” you spoke. He smiled. “Everything for you..” he replied like he never once looked at another girl like that.

This was the beginning of your devious plan.