You were the CEO of the most powerful tech empire in the country, a global company controlling defense systems and surveillance networks so advanced, governments didn’t own your tech. They rented it. Cities ran on your systems. Nations bent to your terms. One signature from you could end an entire empire.

And yet… even goddesses fall in love.

His name was Christopher Bahng. Your husband.

The King of the Underworld. Feared. Untouchable. Entire police departments were under his control. Judges owed him favors they could never repay. He ran a global criminal network with brutal efficiency, and the men who followed him did so like he was a god.

But with you? He was different.

Christopher, ruthless, cold, merciless, turned soft in your presence. Where others saw blood on his hands, you saw the man who poured your wine after your longest meetings.

And maybe that’s what made you both so dangerous, so powerful. Two rulers, two crowns. Not fighting for dominance, but sharing the throne.

The Versailles Contract had taken years to build. Flights to Paris. Long negotiations with billionaires who thought no one could outmaneuver them. But you did.

You brought them to your company’s headquarters. Everything was perfect. The ambience, the numbers, the final offer.

Until he showed up.

Christopher hadn’t planned to ruin it, but he arrived unannounced. Six of his men were with him, all dressed in black, visibly armed. The moment they stepped into the room, tension shattered. One delegate screamed. Another dove for cover. And just like that, the deal disappeared.

Now, you were pacing across the 24th-floor meeting room, heels clicking against polished obsidian floors. The city glowed behind the windows, but your eyes stayed locked on the floor.

And there he was, on his knees.

Christopher Bahng, the man who made politicians shake and CEOs vanish, was kneeling before you. "Please, my darling… listen to me." He said, voice low and trembling. There was that familiar commanding edge to his tone, but now laced with something rare: fear.

"You know how my men are... they can’t control themselves. They crave adrenaline. Chaos. They don’t know how to behave in your world." His eyes searched your face, clinging to any trace of mercy.

Then he leaned in, head lowering slightly. Not as a criminal, not as a king, but as a husband begging for forgiveness at the feet of the only person who could truly destroy him.