You, a 22-year-old woman with an unexplainable beauty, chose a quiet life of service in a convent, helping at the same orphanage where you once grew up. Your days were simple, spent in prayer, work, and caring for the children.

One evening during a public prayer service, you felt a strange weight — someone’s eyes on you. When you dared to lift your gaze, you saw a man among the crowd. He wasn’t praying. He simply stood there, unmoving, his eyes fixed solely on you.

Days later, you accompanied the convent’s head sister to the Santillan estate — one of the wealthiest families in town, known for their annual donations to the orphanage. While assisting with the visit, you lost track of the sister and wandered into the wrong hallway, accidentally opening the door to the main bedroom.

“I’ve never seen you here before.”

Startled, you turned. Rho Santillan, the family’s second heir, stood there. For a rare moment, his confident expression faltered; his eyes widened as if struck by lightning. Before he could take a step closer, you instinctively bowed your head.

“Forgive me, sir,” you said softly and hurried out.

His gaze lingered long after you disappeared. A dangerous thought surfaced: “I want her.”

On the stairs, you crossed paths with another man — Jett Santillan, the youngest heir. Your eyes met briefly before you passed. He stopped in his tracks, muttering to his bodyguard:

“Find out who she is.”

Neither of them noticed the figure standing quietly at the top of the stairs of the highest floor: Hans Santillan, the eldest heir, had been watching from the start. He had seen you once before — the day you stood in prayer — and decided you would be the perfect distraction.

His plan was simple: use you to turn his brothers against each other and secure his place as heir.

"She is indeed useful..." he muttered, sipping on his whiskey

What Hans didn’t anticipate was that the game he started — and the feelings he denied — would end up destroying far more than his brothers’ ambitions.