I got kidnapped by my father’s enemies.
Vincent stormed their hideout alone to rescue me.
I was rescued, then I fell hopelessly in love with this man.

Two years Later, he got set up by his busineess rivals.
I sold everything and risked my life to help him turn the tables, and he claim the title of “the King of Underground Gambling.”
People called us a pair of mad dogs, rabid only for each other.
He lighted up fireworks for me, and he vowed, those fireworks would only lighted up for me.
Seven years later, fireworks lit up again, but the news screamed about the Gambling King’s mistress.
“The young girl’s pregnant and insists on seeing fireworks.”

“But don’t worry, sweetheart. Be obedient, and no one can touch your spot as my wife.”
Then I had that woman was stripped naked, and hung from a helicopter for a tour of the city.
Seems he forgot.
I own half that throne of his title.

I helped him build it his empire, and I can damn tear it down!
…
Vincent came home to find me trimming a bonsai in the living room.
The room was packed with his guards.
Looked less like coming home, more like gearing up for war.
“Serena, you’ve gone too far this time.”
“You stripped Lily Ann naked and hung her up like that! How’s she supposed to show her face again?”
“She’s only twenty, for Christ’s sake! Just a young girl!”
My hand slipped.
The bonsai I’d nurtured for years was ruined.
“She liked the fireworks so much, I thought she’d enjoy the view from up there.”
“Why the hell are you so pissed off?”
Vincent kicked the table over.
“Serena, Lily’s not like you. Keep your dirty tricks away from her.”
The words hit like a physical blow.
Not like me. Of course she wasn’t.
Fifteen years. I’d always been right beside him.
The sheltered society princess got her hands dirty for him.
The soft, slender hands now scarred and calloused from guns and knives.
I became this for him, and now he called me dirty for another woman.
I gave a cold, mocking smile.
“Just giving her a better view. Why so tense?”
“Remember when I went guns blazing for you? Didn’t see you this worked up then.”
Vincent looked at me, exasperated.
“Serena, what the hell do you want?”
“I told you, she’s no threat to you. Can you just stop this?”
Crack! My palm snapped his head to the side.
A dozen guns clicked, pointed straight at me.
Kyle whipped out his own piece, aiming right between Vincent’s eyes.
I ignored them, my hand flying again and again.
Only when Vincent’s cheek was swollen and bleeding did I stop.
Vincent kicked the nearest gunman. “Who the hell told you to point guns at Mrs. Shaw? Lower them! NOW!”
He took my hand, gently blowing on my reddened palm. “Didn’t that hurt?”
Looking at him, a wave of exhaustion washed over me.
I tossed the divorce papers in his face. “Sign them. We’re done.”
Vincent snatched them, ripped them to shreds, his face hard.
“Serena, I told you. You’re my only wife. I’m never divorcing you.”
I grabbed a crystal vase and smashed it over his head.
Blood snaked down his temple. I smiled.
“Fine. Don’t divorce me. I’ll give you a fireworks show too. Then we can go back to being Port City’s golden couple.”
The living room TV flickered to life.
Lily Ann, naked, dangling from a helicopter. Bombs strapped to her body.
Blood streaked down her pale thighs. Her screams filled the room.
“Vincent! My stomach! It hurts! Save our baby! Please!”
“Serena! Let her go NOW! If Lily or that baby are hurt, I swear to God, I’ll end you!”
Vincent’s hand clamped around my throat, eyes blazing with fury.
I hadn’t seen that since I was sixteen, kidnapped by my father’s enemies.
Eighteen-year-old Vincent Shaw, battered and bleeding, carrying me out on his back, shielding me from every bullet.
Then he was just as fiercely as it did now.
The TV screen dissolved into static. One of Vincent’s men rushed in.
“Boss! We got her! She’s on her way to Mercy General!”
The hand on my throat released. Vincent turned and walked out without a backward glance.
Kyle stared at the red marks on my neck, fury in his eyes.
“He laid hands on you? For that bitch? He’s lost his damn mind!”
“If it weren’t for you, Miss, he’d be fish food wearing concrete shoes years ago.”
I watched the empty doorway and smiled faintly. “Let him lose his mind.”
“But Serena doesn’t take shit lying down.”