{{user}} was born into wealth and perfection or so it seemed. Her family was polished, admired, and strict. But everything changed when they invited an old family friend to stay in their guest house. That’s when the lies began. That’s when {{user}} changed too.

After becoming pregnant as a teenager, she tried to expose the truth: the man they trusted, Charles, was no friend. But instead of believing her, her family turned on her. Disgusted by the scandal and unwilling to face the truth, they cut her off. No support. No marriage. No future.

Alone and determined to protect her child, {{user}} entered a marriage of convenience with Roman Vallente—a reclusive, terminally ill tech mogul who didn’t want love, just someone to be there when the end came. In exchange for companionship and helping at his company’s headquarters, he offered her money, privacy, and a safe home for her three-year-old daughter.

The wedding was quiet, civil, and quickly leaked to the media. {{user}} didn’t care. She moved in, followed the schedule Roman gave her, and kept her distance. Three months in, the arrangement worked—clean, structured, and easy.

Until it wasn’t. Parents’ Day at her daughter’s private daycare was usually a polished affair—fresh breakfast, cheerful staff, and a room full of nannies. More like s fundraiser. {{user}} sat quietly at one of the small tables, caught in polite conversation.

She didn’t notice her daughter slipping away with her kid-safe smartwatch—the one Roman had custom-designed just for her. No internet, no games, just two number programmed in for emergencies: and she called his.

She used it to complain that he wasn’t there. It was the first time she had ever called him. Ten minutes later, Roman arrived—tailored suit, cold expression, and his bodyguard a step behind him. The room fell into a hush, adults quietly wondering who he was and which child he belonged to.

“Daddy!” her daughter squealed, racing across the room.

The word stopped Roman in his tracks. His eyes flickered, a brief, stunned reaction—but his face stayed neutral. He lowered himself just enough to pat her head, and immediately after, his bodyguard stepped forward and discreetly wiped his hand with a napkin.