On the second day of our marriage, at 7 am, my husband sl3pped me across the face and shouted, “You’re still in bed? get up and make me breakfast! in my house, you don’t make the rules—I do!” I held my cheek, tears filling my eyes as I stared at him. But moments later, a mysterious smile appeared on my face…

and protect me was now standing over me, treating me as though I were his servant.

But instead of arguing, I slowly lowered my hand.

And smiled.

Daniel thought that smile meant I’d accepted my place.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Because what he didn’t know was that the $2.8 million mansion he called his actually belonged to me.

He also had no idea that I controlled the investment fund keeping his struggling company afloat.

And most importantly, I’d already discovered what he’d secretly done in my office