My Secret Husband Cheated,So I Ruined His Empire

I came to the bar to drag my truant brother home.

I kicked open the private room door.

And met the gaze of Aiden Stephens—the so-called "saint" of the Capital City elite.

The man known for his cold, celibate composure had a soft-spoken girl wrapped in his arms.

When I burst in, his eyes flashed with venom. He grabbed a glass and hurled it at my feet.

"What blind stray wandered in here? Get out!"

My brother went white as a sheet, dropping to his knees, kowtowing frantically, yanking at my sleeve to flee.

But I stood rooted to the spot, eyes burning, unable to move a single step.