Craving for My Tyrant Husband

I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend. On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card. He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls.

I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him.

My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!"

But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly.

Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go.

Not for the money, but to ask him to his face-

Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?