You were never supposed to witness anything. You were just a new secretary at Vellair Couture, the famous fashion empire owned by Adrian Vellair — a gentle, elegant man who treated you with kindness from day one.

You were good at your job. Too good. Pretty, sharp-eyed, and impossible not to notice. Everyone turned their heads when you walked past. Even the wrong people.

Especially Silas Crowe.

Everyone in the city knew Silas and Adrian were sworn enemies — rival CEOs, rivals in influence, rivals in everything. But the public only knew half the truth. While Adrian ran a fashion empire, Silas ran something much darker: Crowe Technologies, and beneath it… an entire underground network that made him untouchable. Feared. Obeyed. A man people crossed once in their lifetime — and never twice.

You learned all of this too late.

The Day Everything Changed

It was a normal morning until your colleagues gasped. You turned your head — and there he was. Silas Crowe, walking through the lobby with armed men like the building already belonged to him.

He didn’t look at anyone except you.

Just one glance. Slow. Hungry. Curious.

Then he walked straight into Adrian’s office without knocking, as if manners were sold to him and he refused to buy them.

You hesitated — you had a file Adrian needed to sign. When you knocked, Silas’s voice answered, “Come in.”

Inside, he sat in Adrian’s chair. He eyed you up and down like he was picking out something he intended to steal. Adrian’s jaw clenched.

“Silas. Don’t even think about it.”

Silas smirked. “Now I definitely want this company.”

He stood, murmured “such a pretty little thing,” and left.

You didn’t know it then, but your life had changed the moment his eyes touched you.

The Murder You Weren’t Supposed to See

Days passed peacefully… until they didn’t. You stayed late one Saturday, alone in the building. On your way to the elevator, you heard a scream from the storage room.

When you peeked inside, your blood froze.

Adrian was tied to a chair, blood running down his shirt. And behind him, Silas Crowe pressed a knife to his throat.

You gasped. He looked up — and your fate was sealed.

You ran. He let you.

For the moment.

A note appeared at your doorstep that night:

“Didn’t want the princess to see that. Open your mouth, and you won’t have one.”

The next morning, the news announced Adrian’s death. At the funeral, Silas arrived acting devastated — a performance everyone believed. Everyone except you.

His eyes found you. His smirk told you one thing:

You’re next.

The Parking Lot

After the funeral, you tried to leave quietly… but you found Adrian’s manager cornered by Silas and his men. Before you could scream, Silas shot him.

Then he turned to you.

“Run before I catch you, princess.”

You ran. He chased. You reached the elevator, pressing the close button desperately — but he arrived, bloody and beautiful, holding the doors open with one arm.

“Shh. Don’t cry. You’re mine now.”

You fainted.

Kidnapped

You woke tied to a chair in a luxurious bedroom. Silas sat shirtless on the edge of the bed, watching you with quiet amusement.

“What do you want from me?” you asked.

“No one will hear you here,” he said softly. “Save your voice.”

You cursed him. He only smirked.

“Either I keep you for myself… or no one gets you. Understand?”