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Chapter 1

"Divorce papers. Sign here."Three years of contract marriage, and I'd spent every one of them lusting after Silas's body, manufacturing every excuse to get close.But he always pushed me away — cold, composed, without so much as a finger brushing mine.Finally, I couldn't take the loneliness anymore and handed him the divorce papers."Alright."His reply was perfectly calm.He took the papers the way he'd take any inconsequential contract."Want to know why?" I asked, testing the waters."Since you've already decided, I respect your choice."He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, hooked a finger around the pen, and signed the papers without even glancing at the contents.Holding those signed documents, I felt none of the giddy relief I'd expected.Instead, his consistent indifference left a dull ache in my chest.I'd just flopped face-first onto the bed when my phone buzzed — a push notification for some forum called Mischief & Mayhem.Mischief & Mayhem? Who names a forum like that?Cur

Chapter 2

I opened the door. The living room was dim.Silas hadn't gone to his study. Instead, he was sitting on the sofa — an unprecedented move — facing my bedroom door.The man who normally buttoned his shirts all the way to the throat now had his silk collar hanging wide open.Pale skin flickered in and out of shadow, collarbones rising and falling with rapid breaths.And that limited-edition tie I'd given him was slung crookedly around his neck.Exuding a kind of decadent, ruined beauty.I was about to ask if he'd been the one knocking, but the strange energy radiating from him stopped me cold."May I come in?"He sat ramrod stiff.Those silver-gray eyes were locked on empty space, cheeks flushed an unnatural pink. Even the tips of his ears — always so frigid — had gone red enough to bleed."Silas, you—"Before I could finish, he turned to face me as though he'd just received a suicide mission.The next second, his trembling hand seized the end of the tie and shoved it into my palm.Where o

Chapter 3

I locked the door, heart hammering hard enough to crack ribs.No time to calm down. I dove under the covers and pulled up my phone.On Mischief & Mayhem, the post had gone nuclear.OP had updated with a photo that reeked of despair.That priceless tie had been brutally knotted into a massive lump, cinched just below the man's Adam's apple. The knot was so tight it had warped the shirt collar, making him look like a survivor who'd just escaped an execution."She tied my tie into a death knot with her bare hands. Am I completely done for?"The comments had become a carnival."OP, is your wife a rock climber or a professional gift wrapper? That knot is suffocating me through the screen.""That's not tying a tie. That's clearly trying to help you 'go peacefully.'"OP replied meekly beneath:"She told me to clean up my appearance so I wouldn't embarrass her. She wouldn't even look at me. All she cares about is whether I'll show up on time to finalize the divorce in thirty days...""I think

Chapter 4

"Not here — Silas — we already signed—"My protest was swallowed whole by a sudden, overwhelming kiss. His lips crashed down, hard and searing, stealing every last breath.His tongue pried my teeth apart with ruthless precision, teasing and chasing and sucking until I could only make broken, muffled sounds.My already-weak body gave out completely. My legs buckled, and I slid toward the floor.He didn't let go. He followed me down, bracing himself over me with one arm, creating a space barely large enough for two.Then — his voice, grinding with control, almost icy:"Iris, don't move. There are hidden cameras in the house."I froze. A chill raced up my spine, and every trace of breathless desire crystallized into ice."What? Cameras? Who planted them?""Preliminary sweep points to someone targeting tomorrow's gala. They want leverage on us."He paused. His scorching breath fanned against the hollow of my neck, but his tone was pure boardroom composure."I'll keep my word about the divo

Chapter 5

I was caged in his arms, every whimper smothered against his searing chest.He held tighter, hands locked at the small of my back, as though trying to crush me into his bones.He seemed truly lost in sleep — no matter how I trembled or whispered for mercy, he showed no response. Only instinct, pulling me closer, letting out a deep, satisfied rumble.Before that inferno could consume me entirely, I seized a moment when his breathing deepened and wriggled free like an eel, fleeing barefoot to the bathroom.I locked the door, exhaled a scalding breath, and dug out my phone with shaking hands.The forum post had updated at the exact same moment."GUYS. I touched my wife's waist. I KISSED HER. Just now — she's sleeping in my room. What do I do, what do I DO, I think I'm melting. My tail almost slipped out but she didn't see it.""Her lips are so soft. I love them so much. OH MY GOD.""I pretended to casually hug her and pressed her face into my chest. You'll never guess what happened.""SHE

Chapter 6

His warm breath gusted past my ear again, and I let out a helpless whimper, my whole body going soft."Iris, the camera situation has been handled remotely.""...Got it."Watching him slip back into that familiar, detached composure, I wanted to ask him to explain the kiss. But in the end, the words died on my tongue.I retreated to my own room and collapsed on the bed.The moonlight outside was pale and cold. But I could almost see, in the room next door, a black heart-tipped tail thrashing wildly in the dark.My phone was buzzing again, but I had no energy left to check. Probably another victory lap from Silas's forum alter-ego.As for why we'd ended up in separate beds again — he'd likely been on the verge of "exposure" and couldn't take the risk.Thinking this, I slowly closed my eyes.That night, I slept terribly.My dreams were a kaleidoscope of overlapping shadows — one moment Silas was ice-cold at the negotiating table, slashing prices without mercy. The next, he was hunched be

Chapter 7

The gala ended. On the ride home, we sat in silence.Neon lights streaked past the car window. Silas sat in the shadows like a sleeping statue.I thought about that obnoxious ruby brooch and felt a prickle of unease.As the car turned into an alley, I asked the driver to stop — I wanted to pop into a shop I frequented.But the moment I stepped out and took a few steps, a flash of cold steel lunged from the darkness.Several armed figures rushed straight at my chest. My mind went blank."GET DOWN!"A snarl tore through the air.A massive force wrenched me into an embrace.I heard fabric ripping. I looked up in shock — from Silas's back, a pair of enormous, pitch-black bone wings had unfurled.The pressure rolling off him turned savage in an instant. His silver-gray eyes blazed crimson.A single backhand sweep sent the attackers flying like snapped kites, crashing into the walls.The presence of a high-order demon — cold, brutal, and absolute.But the moment it was over, the wings dissol

Chapter 8

Deep into the night. The air still carried traces of humidity.The vicious wound on Silas's chest had healed, leaving only a thin line of fresh pink skin.He lay on his side next to me, crimson still lingering in his pupils, wearing an absurdly incongruent expression — the sated contentment of a puppy.I looked at him, and the curiosity I'd been suppressing for hours finally clawed its way out.I poked his solid chest, softened my voice:"Silas, wake up. Look at me. Tell me — who are you?"He blinked slowly. His voice was sandpaper-rough, sluggish with satiation."...Silas."I waved three fingers in front of his face, fighting back a grin. "How many is this?"He stared at my fingertips, struggling to focus.As if afraid I'd vanish, he seized my wrist and buried his face in my palm, mumbling:"Three... don't go."Confirmed: he was still in a post-euphoric daze. Time for the real questions.I laced my fingers through his and asked softly:"Then tell me. Why did you marry me? Was it reall

Chapter 9

Morning. Cold white light sliced through the curtain gap and fell across the bed.Every muscle in my body ached like I'd been run over by a truck. Twice.The man who'd cried and begged me not to leave just hours ago was now facing away from me, elegantly buttoning his shirt.Silas had changed into a crisp black shirt, fingers deftly fastening the last button.His expression had returned to its usual frost — as if the man who'd panted against my neck and clawed at the sheets with red-rimmed eyes had been a hallucination."Awake?"He turned, gaze cool and detached. "Last night was an anomaly. In twenty-nine days, I'll honor our agreement and finalize the divorce.""The house is yours. I'll move out immediately."His tone was clean, efficient — like he was settling a routine asset allocation.So that was his game. Sleep with me, then pretend nothing happened.Not only denying everything he'd confessed, but picking up the ice-king act right where he'd left off?I laughed — the kind of laug

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