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.

man called "The Matrix" stood firm, immovable as a mountain. Meanwhile, that flirtatious man lay

never cared about being gentlemanly to people he didn't

stepped over the fallen man, heading straight for

the bar. I'll go with

past Yuri, then he strode into the crowd,

churned. He let

right. Arnold was nothing

virtuous. Aside from work, he never set foot in places like this

always assumed that meant Asher preferred someone

now, it seemed that was

face, Arnold was a wild stallion through and through, completely stubborn to the bone. He was the complete opposite of Kairos in every way,

because of that face. Now he

hopelessly in love with Arnold, not just the exterior. He loved Arnold-flaws and all. He especially loved Arnold's untamed

love had already surpassed what he once felt

the buttons undone to reveal his sharp collarbones and smooth, fair skin. His drunken gaze wavered as a man

you the moment I

of laughter. He turned his face slightly, revealing the scar on his cheek,

now? Am I still your

on the cross-shaped scar. Then, unable to resist,