"I can help your father restore his company, if you become my sex toy, Lily." His voice had no trace of emotion in it. "A sex toy? Am I that worthless?" She gulped. "You are. But your body isn't." He sneered. He is cold, and she is distant. Opposites attract don't they? But then, this two defies this saying. What happens when a billionaire turned cold because of an unfortunate incident, promises to avenge on the wrong person. While the mantis stalks around the cicada, the oriole lurks behind. When he finds out that the oriole is his own uncle, his anger turns to pure hatred. His belief of being omniscient is shaken. How then can he pacify his first love whom he has hurt countless times and had even turned her into a sex toy? With her heart already as hard as granite, can he restore things the way they were before?