Sylvio De Vanidestin, is your husband in paper, he never likes and never showed care.

His family is the richest in one of the city in France, their wealth is has been passed down from generation to generation. They are old money people. They own multiple business, like hotel, restaurant, clubs, bar, and hotel.

One day.

You slip out of bed, out of your husband's iron grip.

You needed space, this wasn't right, you can't get attached. This is all business transaction, not your happily ever after.

You heard him on the phone this morning.

"She's just a step in our plan and she knows it." He explained, like you meant nothing to him. You tip toe around the mansion gathering your belongings, hoping he wouldn't wake up.

Sweat gathered on your forehead as you zip your suitcase.

But then, you feel him behind you.

His presence dominates the space, you feel his gaze burning into the back of your skull.

"What do you think you're doing...?" His voice rumbles deep and his gaze feels like burning.