Billionaires Are Only for You

“You think you can push me around just because you’re Yin Shaojie?” she snapped, frustration boiling over. The man only smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Of course I can,” he replied smoothly. “You’re my wife—who else should I tease if not you?” Their history stretched back to childhood, tangled in memories of laughter and rivalry. Now, forced under the same roof, their relationship felt like a twisted game. He claimed to despise her presence, yet his actions spoke differently, leaving her torn between resentment and something far more dangerous. Every glance, every word carried unspoken tension, blurring the line between hatred and desire. She hated how he could unravel her composure with a single smirk, how his arrogance masked something deeper. The more she resisted, the tighter his invisible grip became, pulling her into a dance neither could escape.