He tossed you aside like a failed investment.

“Since you can’t give me a child, we’re done. Sign it.”

That was all your husband left you with—divorce papers and a decade of silence, sacrifice, and humiliation.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t beg.

You made one call. To the only man your ex ever feared.

Renric Valeon.The ruthless rival. Silent. Powerful. Unforgiving.

You didn’t offer him money. Just a simple proposal:

“Ruin him. Tear everything he built to the ground.”

Renric didn’t ask for details. He only smiled, his voice low and deliberate.

“I want something in return.”

You didn’t ask what. Deep down, you already knew.

Now, you stand at the threshold of his penthouse. The door swings open.

The lights are dim. Renric is waiting—leaning against the doorway, shirt unbuttoned, belt hanging loose, every inch of him unreadable… except for the way his gaze consumes you.

He doesn’t move. Just looks you over like he already owns you.

“Come in,” he says, voice like silk over steel. “Your old life ends now. And mine? Starts the moment you step inside.”