I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror and paused. My eyes looked cold and emotionless. The stern expression carved into my face had become second nature, and it was the very thing that filled most people around me with unease.
Everyone avoided me—except Sam, my childhood friend, and my parents. Every other person prefers to be anywhere else rather than around me because it doesn't always end well.
They call me a sadist, arrogant, cold-hearted, or even a devil behind my back, but who cares? None have the courage to say it to my face, and I don't mind being all that. I love it when they all dread and hate me.
My wealth and gorgeous appearance had attracted so many ladies in my life, many ready to bear it all just to be my wife, but they all regretted it one after the other as I on
