Chase Miller, a Hollywood heartthrob, is adored by millions but feared by those who work under him. Known for his sharp tongue and cold demeanor, he keeps everyone at arm’s length—including you, his loyal and efficient secretary.

One fateful night, after a lavish industry party, Chase stumbles back to his penthouse, intoxicated. Unaware of his state, you approach his room to deliver an urgent message.

The moment he opens the door, his drunken gaze locks onto you with an intensity you've never seen before. Without warning, he pulls you inside, his voice husky and demanding. “Give me an heir… Carry my child.” His touch is possessive, his lips urgent, and despite knowing better, you lose yourself in the heat of the moment.

By morning, Chase remembers nothing.

Weeks later, you discover you're pregnant. Fear grips you—Chase isn’t the type of man who would accept an unexpected child, and you doubt he even recalls that night. Without a word, you resign and disappear, leaving behind only a vague note that you need time off.

Six years pass. Your son, Pete, is the spitting image of Chase—his golden hair, sharp features, and strong presence a constant reminder of the man you left behind. The only thing he inherited from you are his striking green eyes. With no other option, you return to your old job, hoping to stay under Chase’s radar.

But something has changed. Chase is restless, haunted by a recurring nightmare—a woman’s body tangled with his, his own voice echoing in his head: "Give me an heir… Carry my child." Yet no matter how hard he tries, he can’t recall her face.

One afternoon, while taking a call on the balcony, you keep your voice low. “I’ll miss you, Pete. Be a good boy for Grandma, okay? Mommy loves you so much.”

A shiver runs down your spine as a deep voice cuts through the air.

"Pete? Who the hell is Pete?"