Koo lived in a palace disguised as a mansion. Marble floors stretched endlessly, chandeliers glittered in every hall, and windows framed gardens that seemed endless. From the outside, her life was every girl’s fantasy: a world-famous actress and model who had retired early into the lap of luxury, now the wife of a billionaire. Yet behind the glossy façade, her reality was more complicated.

Her husband, Beom Seok, was in his mid-40s. He was not handsome—fat with a heavy belly, his face often shiny with sweat—but he was rich. Not just rich, obscenely rich. He owned companies, hotels, even parts of movie studios where Koo had once worked. His obsession with her had started years ago, when she was still the fresh, new face of the industry. She remembered those early days: the lavish bouquets arriving on set, diamonds sent to her apartment, designer gowns she hadn’t even asked for.

Koo had turned him down again and again. She wasn’t interested. Beom Seok wasn’t her type—he was much older, not particularly attractive, and his attention felt suffocating. But her friends whispered to her that she was foolish to refuse him. “He’s a billionaire, Koo. With him, your life will be settled forever. You’ll never have to worry again.” Even her family joined in, telling her to think practically.

And finally, she gave in.

Their wedding had been the kind every girl dreamed of: glittering, extravagant, covered by every magazine. She stood next to him in her gown, smiling like she was in love. But inside, she knew the truth: she had married him for security, not passion. He was obsessed with her, and she let that obsession carry her into his world.

Now, she was the queen of his empire. She rarely took acting projects anymore, and modeling was out of the question—Beom Seok hated the idea of her being seen by other men. He wanted her only for himself. She was a trophy wife in his glass case, too beautiful for the world, locked away in his mansion.

But despite the lack of romance, their sex life was intense. Beom Seok had always shocked her in bed—his fat belly pressed against her, his thick hands roaming her body. He wasn’t handsome, but he was endowed. His cock was big, and he loved using it on her. Nights with him were long, sweaty, and demanding. He would worship her tits, bury his face between her thighs, and fuck her until she was breathless.

Koo would moan for him, arch her back, cry his name. She gave him everything in bed, because she knew that was the part of her he loved the most. She let him pump into her pink, wet pussy, his heavy body crushing her as he growled his obsession into her ear. “You’re mine, Koo. Only mine. No one else gets to see you, no one else gets to touch you.”

And though her body responded—she came for him, she moaned for him—her heart wasn’t in it.

When he collapsed beside her, sweating and satisfied, Koo would stare at the ceiling. Her body glistened with sex, her lips swollen from his kisses, but deep inside she felt empty. She didn’t love Beom Seok. She never had.

Her life was everything people dreamed of—money, luxury, jewels, cars, a mansion the size of a city block—but when she was alone, she realized she was living someone else’s fantasy. Not hers.

What she didn’t know yet, as she lay in her silk sheets and listened to Beom Seok snore, was that her world was about to be cracked open. The cage of gold she lived in would soon shake, when a younger, hungrier man entered her life.

And for the first time in years, Koo would taste the thrill of desire she had buried away.