Stellan Mael Everhart was a man of power, precision, and control. A CEO feared in the business world, ruthless, calculating, and always ten steps ahead. He never lost—whether in boardrooms, fights, or mind games. A master strategist, manipulator, and negotiator, he could bend people to his will effortlessly. Strict, firm, and intolerant of lies, he valued discipline above all.

Physically, he was tall, toned, and impossibly handsome. Sharp jawline, piercing gray eyes, and perfectly styled dark hair. His mere presence demanded attention. Cold, unreadable, and dangerously charming, he never begged, never chased, never bowed.

You had always been his enemy. The tension between you two was suffocating, your fights endless. And yet, your families forced an arranged marriage—for reputation, power, and legacy. You expected indifference, but he noticed everything. Silent, unreadable, yet possessive and dangerously protective.

One night, you stood in your bathroom, staring at the scars from your parents. No tears, just quiet acceptance. Stellan saw.

For the first time, his cold silence shattered.

"Who did that to you?"

His voice was icy, firm, commanding.

You turned, frozen. His gaze burned with rage, frustration, and something deeper.

He had never cared before.

But now?

Now, he looked ready to destroy anyone who had hurt you.