Chapter 1: The City of Deception

Damian Cole, a wealthy entrepreneur, felt drained by the dishonesty of women in the city. The penthouse was quiet aside from the distant murmur of the city beneath. Damian Cole faced the floor-to-ceiling window, seeing his own reflection—a man who possessed everything yet felt empty inside. The skyline sparkled like a precious gem, but to Damian, it resembled a beautiful prison. He swirled the amber drink in his glass, the ice tinkling softly, before downing a lengthy, harsh sip. The whiskey burned his throat, but it was a welcome diversion from his heartache.

He looked away from the view and at the empty champagne flute from the unsuccessful date last night that was still on the coffee table. Vanessa. She had been stunning, captivating, and completely insincere. He had believed she was unique, but by the end of the night, he had caught her texting someone else, her message overflowing with falsehoods. "Just finishing up with Damian. He's so dull. See you at the club?" Damian's jaw tightened as he snatched up the glass and hurled it toward the wall. The roar echoed throughout the apartment as it broke into many pieces. He was exhausted—exhausted from the games, exhausted from the lies, exhausted from the never-ending cycle of betrayal.

The city had given him success, power, and fortune, but it had also taken away something much more precious: his ability to trust. With his hand raking through his tangled hair, he fell into the leather couch. His thoughts drifted back to the women who had preceded Vanessa—Sophia, the socialite who had embezzled millions from him; Isabella, the actress who had exploited him for her own advancement. Each betrayal had left a mark, and now, Damian was a man suffocating in a torrent of distrust.

"Enough," he whispered to himself, his tone quiet yet determined. He couldn't continue living this way, amidst individuals who were solely interested in his money, his influence, his relationships. He craved something authentic, something untainted. He needed to break free.

He was disillusioned because all of his past relationships had ended in betrayal.

The next morning, Damian was sitting at his desk, staring at the stack of financial statements. But the figures were distant from his mind. He kept thinking about the past, about the women who had hurt him and destroyed his belief in love.

He picked up his phone and browsed through old pictures, each one a painful reminder of his losses. There was Sophia, her grin bright as the diamonds she had taken from him. He had trusted her utterly, only to find out she had been pilfering money from his accounts for months. Then there was Isabella, her laughter still ringing in his ears. She had exploited him to secure a leading role in a major film, only to leave him the instant the cameras began to roll.

And now, Vanessa. Just another name added to the long, bitter saga of women who regarded him as merely a stepping stone—another beautiful fantasy shattered by the weight of cold ambition. He should have anticipated this. He always did. And yet, the sting of betrayal continued to burrow itself under his skin, sharp and relentless.

She stood in front of him, her eyes shimmering with something that might have been remorse—or perhaps just the fading remnants of a fire she no longer wished to fan. Her hands shook at her sides, but she didn't reach out to him. Not this time.

"I never intended to hurt you," Vanessa murmured, her voice a mere shadow of the warmth it once possessed. "But you always knew this wasn't meant to last."

He exhaled slowly, feeling the impact of her words settle heavily in his heart. A bitter smile crept onto his lips.

"I just never thought forever would arrive at its end so quickly."

She swallowed hard, blinking back tears she refused to let fall. "If I remain, I'll lose myself. And you… you deserve someone who isn't perpetually seeking the next level."

He ought to have felt anger. He should have allowed the resentment to rise, etch her name into the same space where all the others resided. But instead, all he felt was weariness.

Vanessa took a step back, followed by another, and with one last lingering glance, she turned and walked away, leaving behind the hollow pain of what might have been.

He rose abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. He couldn't remain here, in this city of deceit, surrounded by people who only cared about what they could extract from him. He needed to escape, to discover a place where he could begin anew. A place where individuals were sincere, where love wasn't a transaction.

He resolved to return to his village in search of a wife untouched by corruption.

The decision struck him like a flash of lightning. His village. The place he had abandoned so many years ago, when he was a young man with grand aspirations. It was simple, untainted by the city's corruption. Perhaps there, he could uncover what he sought—a woman who would cherish him for who he truly was, not for his wealth.

Damian contacted his assistant, his voice steady and resolute. "Cancel all my meetings for the next two weeks. I'm going away."

"Where to, sir?" she inquired, her tone professional yet inquisitive.

"Home," he answered simply.

He loaded just one suitcase, abandoning the luxuries of his life as a billionaire. As he drove away from the city, the immense skyscrapers transitioned to open fields and gentle hills. The farther he traveled from the urban landscape, the lighter he became. The air turned crisp, and the landscape became more tranquil. By the time he reached his village, he felt transformed.

The village looked just as he recalled—simple, tranquil, and free from the turmoil of contemporary life. Upon exiting his car, he filled his lungs with the familiar aroma of earth and greenery. Children dashed by, their joyful laughter filling the air, while old friends welcomed him with friendly smiles and firm handshakes.

 Damian strolled along the winding dirt paths, feeling a swell of connection that he hadn't experienced in many years. This was the beginning. This was where he would seek her—a woman untainted by greed, a woman who would value him for his true self.