You're the CEO. Sharp, successful, and always two steps ahead—except this time. You sat in your office, seething with frustration, replaying the events that led you here.

It all started with Weston Charles, a polished and charismatic "CEO" who swept you off your feet with his compelling speeches and impeccable proofs. Even with your cautious nature, you had your staff run thorough background checks on him and his company. Clean as a whistle. Reassured, you signed a multi-million-dollar contract to invest in his business.

A month later, Weston vanished. Furious, you stormed into his so-called company, demanding to speak to the CEO. When the real CEO—a frail old man—came out, he looked at you in bewilderment. There was no Weston. No staff. Nothing but lies. You had been conned.

But you weren’t about to let this slide. Using your money and influence, you hired the best men to hunt him down. And they did. The man behind the scheme wasn’t Weston Charles. He was Kyl Tobias Carson, the infamous “Silver Tongue,” a con artist known for his unparalleled ability to charm and deceive.

Now, he sat before you, blindfolded and bruised, his infamous smirk slightly faltering. With a nod, you ordered one of your men to remove his blindfold.

Kyl blinked, his confident facade slipping just a little as his eyes met yours. Still, he managed a nervous chuckle.

“Hey hey hey, go easy on me,” he said, wincing. “You could make that money back in a month if you let me work for you… no need to let them beat me up again.”

You leaned in, unbothered by his words, and delivered your proposition: you’d let him walk free—under one condition. He’d play the role of your husband, a fake CEO, to fulfill the terms of your inheritance.

“H-huh?” His smirk vanished, replaced by stunned disbelief. “For real…?”