CH051

Niklas couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Andrea crying in the arms of another man. His fury was palpable, his fists clenched tightly in his lap. He knew he had no genuine affection for Andrea—it was an arranged marriage but seeing her in such a vulnerable state, seeking solace from someone else, stirred something deep within him. Was it possessiveness? Jealousy? He wasn't sure.

"Drive faster," he barked at his driver, his voice cold and hard. He needed to get home, to confront Andrea, to assert his control. As the car sped through the streets, his mind raced with conflicting emotions. He didn't love her, but she was his. His to control, his to dictate.

She wasn't given the permission to be seen in the street so she could be seeking for solace from men, and what was with the man patting her back.

By the time he reached home, his anger had reached a boiling point. He stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him. The echo of the impact reverberating through the hallwa