Chapter 1
The beach villa my parents bought me was now occupied by my husband’s secretary.
She posted a pool party photo on INS with the caption: [Thank you, CEO, for the luxurious villa! I’ll definitely continue working hard!]
By then, the housekeeper there sent me some photos–showing my sculptures in garden smashed and my carefully cultivated flowers uprooted.
I immediately forwarded them to my husband: [What the hell is this? Why is someone
else in MY house?]
He replied instantly with a voice message, the sound of woman’s giggle crashing in the background: “Don’t be so possessive, honey. It’s not like we’re short on places to live.”
I fired back: [You have three hours to GET HER OUT! And restore everything to its original condition!]
He read my message but didn’t respond.
Five minutes later, I auctioned off the beach villa for $1.
Then I demolished his precious antique collection to smithereens.
Since someone can’t tell who’s really in charge here, I don’t mind teaching him a lesson he’ll never forget.
My phone rang just after I set it down.
It was Knox, finally deciding to acknowledge my existence.
“Vega Moretti! What the hell did you do? Why is Bailey being escorted off the villa by security?” Knox’s voice thundered with unmistakable fury.
I kept my tone deliberately calm.
“That beach villa was mine, and I just sold it. The new owner’s only requirement was that all people and belongings be removed within the hour.”
Silence hung between us for several seconds.
“Vega, aren’t you jumping to conclusions here?”
“There’s nothing between Bailey and me. She’s just my secretary.”
His voice softened slightly.
“Don’t you think you’re being a bit extreme and overly sensitive about this?”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Knox, you’re the one who crossed boundaries and showed zero respect for our relationship, yet somehow I’m the one at fault?”
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He skillfully dodged my question, pivoting the conversation.
“Vega, you have so many properties sitting empty. It’s wasteful. I was just making efficient use of our resources.”
“And Bailey and I haven’t done anything inappropriate.”
He paused briefly, his tone growing impatient.
“You don’t have to be so territorial.”
I smiled, though my eyes turned cold.
“Since you’re feeling so generous, I assume you won’t mind your precious treasures being reduced to rubble?”
With that, I opened my photo gallery and sent him several images.
The photos showed his cherished antique collection–pieces he’d spent years acquiring–shattered into countless fragments across the floor.
The line went silent for several moments.
“Ve–ga. Mo–ret–ti.” He pronounced each syllable of my name with deliberate intensity.
I recognized this as his expression of extreme anger.
But I didn’t care.
“Knox, I assume you’ve seen the photos.”
“This is what happens when you test my boundaries.”
“If you ever dare to cross me like this again, what you’ll lose will be far more valuable than these worthless trinkets.”
With that, I just hung up.
In all our years of marriage, we’d rarely engaged in such heated confrontations.
But that didn’t mean I would back down to avoid conflict.
Once you start retreating from your boundaries in a marriage, you only invite further transgressions.
Especially considering our marriage hadn’t even begun with pure love.
The Blackstone family had been desperate to penetrate the inner circle of New York’s elite and needed my family’s influence–hence our business arrangement/disguised as marriage.
When we first met, Knox had certainly displayed thoughtfulness and charm.
With his deceptively appealing face and meticulous handling of affairs, I figured partnering with such a man wouldn’t be the worst fate, so I didn’t oppose my family’s arrangements.
Fortunately, as we lived together, genuine feelings developed between us.
We even enjoyed a rather sweet period, widely regarded as the perfect power couple.
Yet throughout every phase, I remained clear on one thing: I would always put myself first.
Mistress in My Mansion? Not for Long!
Chapter 1
Eventually, passionate love cooled into comfortable companionship.
I could understand and accept that all relationships eventually settle into routine, perhaps even fade.
But I absolutely refused to let that fading be caused by a third party’s intrusion.
Since childhood, I’ve despised people touching what belongs to me.
When objects become soiled, I discard them without hesitation.
The same applies to people who get ‘dirty‘.
