The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

The glamorous bar was bustling with noise. The deafening music, the haze of cigarette smoke, and the stench of alcohol flooded one's senses.

The place seemed to be steeped in indulgence and depravity.

"Where's Arnold?"

The moment Asher stepped through the door, every ravenous gaze was on him, seemingly bewitched by the sight of him.

"Handsome, are you here alone? Need some company?" A sultry man slid up to Asher,

resting a hand lightly on his shoulder, daring to give it a squeeze. "If you're bored, I can keep you entertained!"

Asher's striking features remained cold and forbidding. The bulging veins twisted beneath the skin of his hand.

Yuri pushed through the crowd and spotted Asher, who stood tall and imposing, surrounded by thirsty, promiscuous men.

Terrified, he shouted, "Don't touch him!"

The next second, a loud thud rang through the air.

Like a gunshot fired, the entire crowd recoiled, shrieking as they scrambled to the edges of the room.

Yuri focused his gaze.

"The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay sprawled at his feet, clutching his backside, writhing in

being gentlemanly to

Asher stepped over the fallen man, heading straight for

I'll go

His gaze swept past Yuri, then he strode into the crowd, his commanding figure still dazzling even as he

He let

right. Arnold

virtuous. Aside from work, he never set

had once said that being with Kairos made him feel at peace, at ease. Yuri always assumed that meant Asher preferred someone like that—a tender, understanding partner, the kind

now, it seemed that was not

wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the complete opposite

Yuri thought Asher tolerated Arnold only because of that face. Now

with Arnold, not just the exterior. He loved Arnold-flaws and

what he once felt for

the bar, dressed in a lavender silk shirt, the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken gaze wavered as a man poured him another

spotted you the moment I walked in. You

Arnold into peals of laughter. He turned his face

Am

Then, unable to resist, he reached out to