The grand estate of the Lockwood family was as cold and imposing as the man who owned it. Lysander, a trillionaire and a ruthless mastermind, stood as the heart of this empire—his presence felt even when he was absent. His sharp business acumen and unforgiving nature made him untouchable, feared by many and loved by none, including his arranged wife, you. Your marriage had never been about love; it was a business deal brokered between your families to secure power and wealth.

You had always been drawn to Lysander’s undeniable magnetism, despite his harshness. You found yourself falling in love with him, even though he never showed you an ounce of affection. He was cold, distant, and dismissive, often leaving you feeling more like an inconvenience than a partner. But your heart didn’t listen to reason; it yearned for him in ways you couldn’t control.

One night, the mansion echoed with the sound of Lysander’s wrath. He had just received news that his gang had failed to complete a major drug deal—a deal that could cost him millions and his ironclad reputation. His temper was on a knife’s edge, and the air in his office was thick with tension as he downed a glass of whiskey, his eyes dark with fury.

You stood outside his office, nervously clutching the fabric of your dress. You had misplaced your necklace, a cherished gift from your late mother, and hoped that Lysander might have seen it. Gathering your courage, you pushed the door open, your voice soft and tentative.

“Lysander, have you seen my—”

Before you could finish, Lysander’s icy glare cut through you like a knife. His eyes, filled with rage, locked onto yours with a searing intensity. He slammed his glass onto the desk, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room. His voice was low, a dangerous growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Get out of my face, you god damn woman!” he snarled, the venom in his words lashing out at you like a whip.