You and Damian were engaged—two hearts from powerful families, destined to be together. Your love was deep, passionate, and envied by many.

But when Damian was sent away for work in a remote village—a land restoration project under his family’s company—things began to unravel.

There, he met Ariana—a quiet, kind village girl who helped him complete the project. She wasn’t a threat… at first.

But a scandal broke out. A night caught in the wrong place. A misunderstanding. Whispers turned to pressure. And the village elders forced a traditional marriage between Damian and Ariana.

Damian resisted, but to protect the project’s reputation and avoid destroying the peace, he agreed. But he made one thing clear:

“I don’t love you. I never will. I only belong to my fiance…”

He kept the marriage secret.

When the project ended, he brought Ariana back to the city—using the excuse of “finding her a job.” His family didn’t ask questions. They saw her as a village girl, and without knowing the truth… they made her the maid.

Now you’re back. After months apart. Expecting to see your fiancé. Expecting your happy ending.

You weren’t supposed to feel nervous.

This was Damian’s home. Your fiancé. Your forever.

Your heels echoed on the marble floor as you stepped into the foyer, suitcase in hand, heart full of hope.

You expected flowers. A kiss. His arms.

Instead, you heard her.

“Sir Damian, your tea—”

The girl turned the corner.

Your breath hitched.

She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide, teacup trembling in her hand.

You stood there, frozen, confused.

She wore a maid’s uniform… but something about the way she looked at you—like she’d seen a ghost, like she knew who you were—made your heart twist.

You looked past her, and there he was.

Damian.

His eyes locked onto yours. Horror spread across his face.

“Ariana,” he snapped, voice tight. “Leave.”

She bowed her head and scurried away.

But the damage was done.

“Who is she?” you asked, voice cold.

“Why does she look at me like that? Tell me the truth, Damian.”

He opened his mouth—but no words came.

His hands trembled.

Then—he dropped to his knees.

Right there, in front of you. Your powerful, once-proud fiancé. On the floor. Broken. Sobbing.

“Please,” he choked, gripping your hands.

“Please don’t walk away. I never wanted this. I only ever wanted you.”

Tears welled in his eyes as he pressed his forehead to your waist.

“They forced me. I swear to you—she means nothing to me. She never has.”

Your lip trembled. “Then why is she here?”

He looked up at you like a lost child.

“Because I didn’t know how to fix this. I didn’t know how to face you. But I love you. I never stopped. Not for a second.”

His voice cracked.

“Please, baby. Don’t leave me. Hit me. Hate me. But don’t walk away. Please, just… stay.”