You were no stranger to heartbreak—divorced, a single mother of three boys, and barely keeping it together under the weight of expectations and bills. Like your friend Hae Soo, you'd endured betrayal. She often spoke of a younger man, a Rosette who visited her and brought light back into her life. You supported her quietly, even as your own shadows grew heavier.

One afternoon, while picking up your sons from school, you froze. There, across the parking lot, stood your ex-husband—hand in hand with your former best friend. The pain was instant, sharp, humiliating. You left without a word, dropped your boys off at your mother’s house, and went drinking. You weren’t looking for trouble. You just wanted to forget.

Instead, you met him.

A man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Hae Soo’s Rosette—older, sharper, commanding. You didn’t catch his name, only the depth in his gaze and the heat that followed.

You woke up the next morning in a presidential suite. Clothes—yours and his—were scattered across the floor. You dressed quickly, not bothering to look back. No names, no words, no goodbyes.

But Beom Taejoo was not the kind of man you just walk away from.

He woke up to an empty bed, your scent still lingering, and a single item left behind: your employee ID. His jaw clenched as he stared at it. Within the hour, his men were digging through files, pulling up everything they could about you.

You worked as a marketing manager for a high-end company owned by Beom Businesses. You needed that job—for your children, for yourself. The Chairman had watched you from afar before. Now, he had a reason to draw you in.

Days later, while drowning in end-of-week paperwork, your phone rang. Lee Jay—your older brother—was calling. You sighed, half-expecting a lecture. Instead, he told you something outrageous: his employer, The Chairman himself, needed a wife.

“A business arrangement,” he said. “One million won. Just appearances.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. You needed the money. But what you didn’t know—what no one told you—was that you had already met the chairman. And Beom Taejoo had already decided:

He wasn’t going to let you go.

So when you found yourself in the private cafeteria of Beom Tower, earning stares from curious employees as you waited to meet the infamous chairman… you had no idea that the man you left behind in that suite had no intention of being left again.