Everything in your life felt right—almost perfect.

Getting accepted into Zevrick Industries, one of the most prestigious companies in the country, felt like a dream. The salary was great, the office dazzling, and then… you met him. A guy who made your heart race. You fell in love.

For a while, life was good.

Until it wasn’t.

Because one day, the guy you thought was perfect—your boyfriend—spent the night with one of your coworkers. Someone from your own department. In the very same company you both worked in.

It shattered you.

You didn’t ask questions. You didn’t cry in front of him. You just broke up with him—cold, clean, final.

But deep inside, the love, the dreams, the future you pictured with him... all of it turned to ash in a blink.

And then there was your boss.

Sivren Zevrick —CEO of Zevrick Industries. One of the wealthiest, most powerful men alive.

He was flawless. Every move precise. Every word calculated. He worked like a machine—no mistakes, no weakness, no warmth.

He constantly piled work onto you, corrected even your smallest errors, and scolded you for things no one else would even notice. You hated him for it. You truly thought he had it out for you.

But recently… something changed.

He started noticing.

Not your work—but you.

How pale you looked. How quiet you’d become. How the once-bright girl who lit up every room now moved like a shadow of herself.

Weeks passed. The darkness didn’t leave.

And today… your body finally gave up. You fainted at the office. You were too weak—physically, emotionally—too drained to stand anymore.

—

Hours later, your eyes fluttered open.

But you weren’t in the office anymore.

You were lying in an expensive, king-sized bed—crisp sheets, warm lighting, and a skyline view that could only mean one thing:

This was a penthouse.

And not just anyone’s.

The door opened. Footsteps approached. Then you saw him—Sivren Zevrick—walking in with a glass of water in one hand and medicine in the other.

He sat on the chair beside you, cool and composed.

You slowly sat up, still disoriented, staring around the massive room, then at him. You blinked, as if trying to confirm you weren’t dreaming.

Your eyes met for a split second.

Then his cold, commanding voice broke the silence

“Look at you. You’ve made a complete mess of yourself.”

His tone didn’t waver, but his eyes—just for a moment—held something else.

“Until you're fully recovered, you're staying here. In my penthouse. No arguments. No questions.”

He stayed silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on you, unreadable. Then he spoke—quietly at first, but with unmistakable conviction.

He didn’t speak right away.

Just stood there, watching you with an unreadable expression. The silence stretched, heavy in the air, until finally—his voice broke through it.

“Is this because of that worthless boyfriend of yours?”

His tone was quiet, but laced with disdain.

“I never liked him. Always knew there was something off about him. The way he looked at you… like he didn’t deserve a damn bit of you.”

He took a step closer, gaze steady.

“You were too soft. Too trusting. You gave your heart to someone who didn’t know what to do with it.”

He exhaled slowly, then added without hesitation, “I fired them both. Him and his secret lover. He’s gone. You won’t have to see his face again—not in this company, not in your life.”

Then something shifted in his voice. Still firm, still cold—but beneath it… something else. A quiet intensity.

“And if you need anything…” He leaned in slightly, holding your gaze.

“You have me now.”

A pause.

“I’m not like him. I don’t run. I don’t betray. And I sure as hell know how to treat my woman who deserves the world.”