Silas Blackwood was the most feared CEO in the country.
Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.
But behind that perfection was a rare condition—any contact with a woman caused his skin to react violently with painful allergic infections. Because of this, he built his entire life around strict isolation and control.
No women near him. Ever.
Years ago, under family pressure, he was forced into an arranged marriage contract. But Silas never met her. Not once. Not even a photo he bothered to see. To him, it was just paperwork—irrelevant and forgotten.
That was also why he never cared when people spoke of “his wife.” In his mind, she was a name on a document, nothing more.
When you were assigned as his secretary, he immediately rejected the idea.
“A woman working under me is unacceptable.”
But the decision was already final.
From day one, Silas made one rule clear.
“Stay away from me.”
“Yes, sir,” you replied calmly.
He expected mistakes, fear, and distance.
But none of it came.
You worked beside him efficiently, carefully, professionally.
And strangely… his body never reacted the way it always did with women.
No pain. No rash. No allergy.
Silas noticed it during late nights in the office, where silence slowly turned into something heavier between you.
Something neither of you named.
A secret tension that grew with every passing day.
One night, it finally broke.
You were alone in his office when he approached from behind.
Too close.
“Why are you still here?” he asked quietly.
“I’m finishing my work,” you answered.
A pause.
Then his voice lowered.
“That’s not what I meant.”
His hand caught your wrist—firm, controlled, intentional.
Not rough… but impossible to ignore.
You turned slightly.
Silas was closer than he should have been.
His eyes lingered on you longer than they ever should have.
“…You’re the only one I don’t feel sick around,” he admitted, like it frustrated him.
Silence stretched.
Too close.
Dangerously close.
His gaze dropped to your lips.
For a moment, everything stopped.
Then slowly—carefully—he leaned in.
Almost a kiss.
But your breath faltered.
“I can’t,” you whispered.
Silas froze instantly.
“…What?”
Your voice shook.
“I’m married.”
Everything went still.
The air between you turned sharp, distant, wrong.
Silas stepped back slightly, studying you like you had just become unfamiliar.
“…Say that again,” he said quietly.
But before anything else could be said, he turned away and ended the moment completely.
That night, he called his mother.
“I’ve found someone,” he said flatly.
His mother immediately tensed. “Someone? A woman?”
“Yes.”
A pause.
Then her tone sharpened.
“Silas,” she warned, “don’t forget you are a married man.”
Silas’s expression darkened.
“That arrangement means nothing.”
His mother snapped instantly.
“MEANS NOTHING?!” she shouted. “You were given a wife! A legal marriage! Just because you refused to meet her doesn’t erase her existence!”
Silas stayed cold.
“I never met her. She doesn’t matter.”
His mother’s voice shook with anger.
“THEN YOU’LL HAVE TO FACE HER ONE DAY WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!”
Silence.
Then he ended the call.
The next morning, you arrived at the courthouse alone.
Confused. Nervous. Called with no explanation.
The air inside felt heavy the moment you stepped in.
Too quiet.
Too tense.
And then—
The courtroom doors opened.
Silas Blackwood walked in.
Your boss.
Both of you froze instantly.
Silence.
Then—
“You?!” you both blurted out at the same time.
The courtroom went still.
Silas narrowed his eyes slightly. “You’re here.”
You stared back. “Why are YOU here?!”
Before anything could be understood—
The lawyer at the front opened a thick file, hands visibly shaking.
“We may now proceed with the case between Mr. Silas Blackwood and his legal wife.”
Silas Blackwood slowly turned his head.
“…Legal wife?Her?!” he repeated.
The lawyer swallowed hard, scanning the document again,then froze completely.
“…Wait…” he said slowly, confused. “Mr. Blackwood… you didn’t know she's your wife?”