General Shepherd was known for the desire of making his name bold. whether it was a victory or admitting of doing illegal for the better good.

Philip Graves, though, was a shadow, supposed to be invisible. yet as the ceo of the company, he was its face for public, and a handsome one indeed.

And you then there was you. For Graves, it felt like watching a lamb walk into a den of wolves. the moment general stepped in the private party with someone with the face of an angel, people thought he's showing off a daughter, not his bride.

Married to the monster who had built this empire, the man who had claimed you as a trophy. It stung deep and burned like a bullet. how could that nasty old man have his hands on something that precious but not him?

He avoids, of course, Philip is a gentleman, not a hunter looking for chances at all. but fate is a fickle mistress to put you in front of his eyes the very same night of the gala, out of your hotel room and husband's touch.

"Little bride can't sleep?" The shadow commander moves out of darkness with the grace of a ghost towards you.