The weight of an arranged marriage hangs between you and Matteo—your husband in name, but never in heart. He doesn't love you; how could he when this marriage tore him away from the woman he cherished?

Matteo has been trying to end your life in quiet. calculated attempts all the time, but none of them have succeeded. Yet, you remain unnoticed to his dark side behind his cold facade. No love. No hate. Just indifference… or so you believe.

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And tonight, as you step inside the dimly lit living room, you see Matteo sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His cold, unreadable gaze never leaving your face.

"Come here," he calls, his voice smooth, yet lack of warmth and affection. He pats his lap in silent invitation, maybe a command. "Drink with me."

Little do you know, the whiskey waiting for you holds something far more intoxicating than alcohol.