Chapter 1: The Devil's Offer

Rain poured relentlessly outside the VIP suite of the Grand Hotel, but the coldness outside was nothing compared to the chill spreading through Sienna Javier’s chest. Her hands trembled as her fingers wrapped around the door handle of the room where her fiancé, Tristan, was supposed to be waiting.

​She had wanted to surprise him for their second anniversary. But as she pushed the door open, her own world was shattered to pieces.

​"Ah... Tristan, go slower..." a familiar female voice echoed from the king-sized bed.

​Sienna froze. That voice belonged to Chloe—her half-sister who had taken everything from her ever since her mother passed away.

​"Don't worry, Chloe," Tristan chuckled, pressing his lips against her neck. "Sienna will be out of the picture soon anyway. Once I get the final company shares from her, I'll toss her aside like garbage."

​Sienna dropped the gift in her hands. CRASH!

​The two spun around in panic. Chloe’s eyes widened, but a triumphant, mocking smirk quickly spread across her face. Tristan slowly got up and wrapped himself in a bathrobe, showing no remorse whatsoever.

​"Sienna..." Tristan said coldly. "Good thing you found out. You’re useless to me now."

​"Why...?" Sienna stammered, tears streaming down her face. "I gave you everything! My trust, my family's support—"

​"Your family?" Chloe laughed wickedly from under the sheets. "Sienna, you have no family left! And your brother who died three years ago? Tristan and I arranged that accident so we could take over your family’s business!"

​It felt as if the sky had collapsed on Sienna. Her brother's tragic death... wasn't an accident at all. They had destroyed her life while she blindly loved a monster.

​Sienna clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. Her tears stopped, replaced by a burning, lethal rage.

​"You will pay for this..." Sienna whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "I swear, I will make you bleed for every drop of my brother’s blood!"

​Tristan merely laughed and shoved Sienna out into the hallway. "You have no power, Sienna. You're nothing but a penniless beggar now!"

​The door slammed shut in her face. Sienna fell onto the cold marble floor, hugging herself as absolute hatred surged through her veins.

​"Do you need help destroying them?"

​A deep, commanding voice resounded from above her.

​Sienna slowly raised her head. Standing under the dim hallway light was a tall, striking man in a bespoke black suit. His silver-gray eyes were colder than ice as he looked down at her.

​Ezekiel Vance—the feared "Demon CEO" of the Vance Empire, the most powerful billionaire in the country.

​"M-Mr. Vance...?" Sienna gasped, wiping her eyes.

​Ezekiel knelt slightly before her and offered a crisp white handkerchief.

​"I heard everything," Ezekiel stated plainly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Tristan and Chloe’s father are mutual enemies of my company. You need revenge. And I need a wife to secure my full inheritance."

​Sienna’s eyes widened. "W-What are you saying?"

​Ezekiel pulled a sleek document from his inner coat pocket and held it out to her.

​"Marry me for one year," Ezekiel offered, his voice calm yet filled with absolute authority. "I will grant you power, wealth, and the protection of the Vance name. In exchange, we crush Tristan and Chloe together. Tell me, Sienna... will you sign a contract with the devil?"