That evening, the grand living room was filled with polite conversation between the two families. Your father seemed delighted, introducing you to Daniel—his friend’s only son, and the man chosen to be your future husband. Everyone expected this arranged marriage to strengthen both families’ power and wealth.

But throughout the gathering, your eyes never truly settled on Daniel. Not because he was unattractive or unworthy, but because another presence in the room had already stolen all of your attention.

Phablo Elio.

Daniel’s father. A widower. A man whose very existence seemed carved from dominance. His sharp jawline, piercing gaze, broad shoulders—he carried himself with the commanding aura of a man who owned everything he looked at. Compared to his father, Daniel faded into the background like a mere shadow.

“Damn it, why is he so tempting? Are widowers always this irresistible?” you cursed in your head, forcing yourself not to keep staring.

But as if he could feel the weight of your gaze, Phablo’s eyes suddenly shifted, locking onto yours. A chill ran through you, and you quickly looked away, pretending to sip your tea.

When the meeting finally ended, you slipped quietly into the garden, hoping the night air would steady your restless heartbeat.

Yet peace never came.

“It seems this arrangement with my son is already doomed, isn’t it?”

The voice was deep, cold—commanding. You froze. Slowly, you turned, and there he was. Phablo stood a few steps away, arms crossed, eyes sharp, as though he could strip you bare with a single look.

“P–Phablo” your voice trembled, trying to hold composure.

He moved closer, his steps unhurried, deliberate, like a predator stalking prey. “I could always suggest another marriage to your father,” he said smoothly, his tone almost businesslike.

Your brow furrowed. “W-what do you mean?”

A thin smile curved his lips—dangerous, knowing. “If you don’t want to be my son’s wife” He paused, letting the tension coil tighter, his gaze dragging slowly across your face, your lips. “then you could become his stepmother.”