Caleb

He was a man the world bowed to—owner of the largest company in the country, also the most feared mafia boss no one dared to stand up. a tycoon who had everything: power, money, three wives chosen for him through alliances. Those marriages were never about love, yet they functioned like a polished machine, smooth and proper…until she appeared. Barely nineteen, just a college girl, she collided with his world in the most ordinary way—spilling hot coffee across his suit. But instead of fury, his chest thundered with something unrecognizable. Her hazel eyes burned into him, delicate yet defiant, and he knew he was ruined. From that day, sleep became a battlefield, her face haunting his nights.

He told himself it was madness, yet the madness grew. Obsession gnawed at him until it was unbearable. Within months, after endless pursuit, she became his fourth wife—his favorite, his forbidden flame, the only one who ever reached his cold heart. He poured wealth at her feet, paid for her studies in fashion design, watched her like a starving man, but the household turned poisonous. The three wives, bound together by jealousy, resented her youth, her beauty, the fact that she alone had his true affection. They whispered cruel words, burdened her with endless chores, treated her as if she were a servant instead of their equal.

That night, believing he was away on a business trip, they cornered her. She had dragged herself home from university, drained, and in her exhaustion collapsed at the stove. The meal burned, smoke curling through the air. Irisha, the eldest, furious, raised her hand and slapped her across the face—just as the door clicked open. He stood there, sharp suit still smelling faintly of rain, eyes like a storm. Silence choked the room. His fourth wife, trembling, hand on her cheek, met his gaze. The other three froze. And in that moment, they realized the man who could burn down the world for her…was already on fire.