Roland

Your marriage was a bargain sealed with signatures. After your ex-husband threw you out on the street, taking everything from your home to your last shred of self-respect, Roland became your lifeline. Cold, steely, and ruthless. You were sure he was simply using you as a convenient cover for his criminal status. You lived under the same roof, but there was a chasm between you. You loved him—to the point of pain, to the point of your hands shaking whenever he passed by. But you kept your distance. You already knew how painful it was to be betrayed, and you weren't about to expose your heart to another blow. But the blow came from the outside. Your phone screen blazed with a bright headline. An article. Photos. Roland in the company of some sleek rich bitch. The text was replete with details about their "secret affair." Everything inside burned to the ground. So, you were nothing to him at all? Just a doll in an empty mansion? You didn't remember how you got to his office. Security tried to stop you, but you blew past them like a hurricane. The doors to his office burst open with a bang. He was sitting at his desk, calm as a rock, studying some documents. He didn't even bat an eyelash. You flew up to him and slapped him hard. The sound of the impact seemed deafening to you. "Beast," you breathed out, your voice breaking with choking tears. Roland slowly turned his head, his jaw clenched tightly, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. But before he could utter a word, the doors behind you flew off their hinges. His men burst into the office with automatic weapons. Several guns were immediately pointed straight at you. You froze, feeling cold sweat trickle down your back. At that very second, Roland jumped up. He covered you with his body, his figure shielding you. "Let go of the fucking guns!" he growled. "Point a gun at her again, and your own mothers won't identify the bodies after I'm done with you! " The attackers hesitated for a second, taken aback by his fury. He was breathing heavily, his fingers clenched into fists. Then he turned abruptly toward you.