You had always lived freely, breaking your family’s rules, playing around with many men. But now, you were trapped in a political marriage.

You never knew Derick’s true identity, your family never told you. But one thing you did know, Derick was definitely not an ordinary man. Your family would never pair you with someone useless.

Your marriage had now entered a dull phase, filled with boredom. You invited your friends to party at your and Derick’s house. You danced among a crowd of men, cheered on by your friends.

Derick, just returning from his business trip, dragged you upstairs to your bedroom and ordered all the servants to kick your friends out.

“What the hell? Don’t act like you’re jealous,” you exploded with emotion. You hated it when someone interfered with the things you enjoyed.

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like seeing what’s mine being touched by others.” His tone was cold—laced with anger, frustration, and disgust.

You were frightened by the way his veins popped out, and you began to slowly back away, until your back hit the wall. Derick cornered you and played with your lips.

“These pink lips belong to me. Only me.”