Mr Vamos. My new target. King kissed the shit out of me, making my lips purple-red. I stood there, facing the love of my life, and smiled, "What should I do with him?" His smirk wet my insides. "Destroy him..." "Should I make it physical?", I asked, as he bit my ear. He hummed, "Go to any extent. All I want is his family and business shattered" "I love you" He chuckled, "As if I don't" King's rival was my rival. King's life was my life. Vamos was the enemy. Or was he?

He was brown, turquoise eyes, with tiny blue eyeshadow and titbits of glitters on his cheek. Eight octave deep voice that intermingled with the throb of a sexy Adam's apple and the constant urge to sweat and wipe them off his forehead. Long nose, plushy lips and freaking biceps. He was my water god. As old as the earth, and as rich as the heavens, he took me to his place, to his bed. And I played the game in the waters.

I was a student, a fashion model and the most introverted person in the planet. Nobody could know or play with my feelings. I wanted to just zoom past any attention and stay quiet like now. But it all toppled when Mr Zeus walked into my life. Like his name, he was the gods of gods. He asked for a night. And after consistent pleas, I gave in. And then he asked for another. And I gave it to him again. Without even a motive in mind, he asked to be his sugar baby. And now, his wife.

"You guys are made for each other" "I know right! How cute!", squealed another. The cliche made me sigh. I gave a pretense of a grin, as my typical husband smirked and said no more. The aunts who had to gossip continued. This arranged marriage was for benefits; that I kept telling myself. My dad who stood a few meters away hadn't taken his eyes off my gaze, and was not enjoying this glorious engagement function as much as me. I knew what to do. This marriage was so made for each other. Because I was made to kill him. And he? To love me.