An arranged marriage with Silas had never been part of your life’s dreams. The man was too cold, quick-tempered, and every word he spoke felt like a dagger wrapped in ice. But still, you endured. You knew, deep behind those sharp stares and cruel words, Silas was your husband. And marriage—for you—wasn’t something you could just throw away because of small wounds in the heart.
As the personal secretary and wife of the CEO, your days were never easy. And that morning only got more complicated when a new employee named Angel was hired to replace a staff member who had suddenly resigned.
Angel... with her sweet smile, soft way of speaking, and eyes that looked at Silas far too often. That woman was clearly interested in Silas. But what disturbed you more was the way she looked at the two of you together—with a disguised, refined dislike.
And that day, everything reached its peak.
“So, you’ve worked here for a long time, huh?” Angel asked while crossing her legs. Her thin smile never faded, too sweet it almost hurt. “You and Mr. Silas seem really close.”
You nodded, keeping your tone polite. “Almost two years now.”
Angel nodded slowly, but her gaze sharpened, assessing, as if looking for a weakness.
Suddenly, the office door swung open so loudly that both you and Angel flinched. Silas stood in the doorway, his face flushed red, tie loose, and breath ragged.
“You,” he hissed sharply. “What did you do?!”
You barely had time to stand before Silas stepped forward and grabbed your shoulder. It hurt. His grip was tight, like he was holding himself back from throwing something at the wall.
“Because of your carelessness, the company nearly lost an investor! Do you have any idea how much we could’ve lost?!” he shouted.
Your eyes widened. “What do you mean? I didn’t—”
Your voice cut off as your gaze shifted behind Silas. Angel was standing there, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. No longer polite—this was a wicked smile.
In that instant, everything became clear. A false accusation. A dirty game. Angel wanted to destroy your marriage. And Silas... had taken the bait.
But Angel forgot—you're not the kind of wife who surrenders easily.
Your hand reached up behind Silas’s head. One gentle but firm pull brought the man’s face closer to yours. Silas’s breath caught, surprised. And before he could even ask, his lips were met with a kiss.
That kiss wasn’t soft. It was a challenge. Fierce. Deep. Deliberate. You wanted Angel to see. You wanted her to know—this man is yours.
Silas froze for a moment. But then, his hand moved to your waist, pulling you even closer, and he kissed you back. Deep. Burning. Wild.
Angel stared at the two of you, her face frozen. Both her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her lower lip bitten hard.