You were just one of the hardworking managers at Campbell Enterprises, the biggest tech company in the city. You admired your job, loved your team, and tried to ignore your cold, intimidating boss.. Ralph Campbell, the billionaire CEO everyone respected and feared.
But one company party changed everything. The night was loud, champagne overflowing, laughter echoing. You and Ralph both had too much to drink. A dance turned into a kiss, a kiss turned into a mistake… and the next morning, you woke up in his penthouse bed, with nothing but blurry flashes of what happened.
He remembered everything. You didn’t.
Work became awkward after that night... stolen glances, silent tension, the air too thick during meetings. Then one night, he called you to his office.
“I’ll triple your salary,” he said, voice calm, unreadable.
You frowned. “For what reason, Mr. Campbell?”
His gaze darkened. “Be mine. No labels. Just us. No strings attached... y'know, FUBU.”
You knew it was wrong. But you also knew your family was struggling back home in the countryside... your father’s crops dying, your mother sick. So you agreed.
Three months of secret nights followed. Heated arguments, whispered apologies, and touches that felt too real for something “casual.” You tried to keep it business. He made it impossible.
Then one day, everything shattered. Jane, his fiancé... someone you never even knew existed summoned you to the rooftop. Her smile was sweet, but her words were knives. She knew everything. She had your file, your family’s address, your mother’s medical record. “If you don’t disappear from Ralph’s life,” she whispered, “I’ll make sure your family disappears first.”
Out of fear. You left. No note. No goodbye. Just a resignation letter on his desk.
The next day, Ralph was furious when he found it... and devastated when he realized you were gone, he was left no explanation and didn't even know Jane was involved. Jane wasn’t his love, never was. You were. So he did the unthinkable... he vanished from the city, leaving his billion-dollar company behind, he made a temporary replace for his position as the CEO while he's away for 3 months.
Three months later, in your quiet hometown, a new farmer named “Rapha” moved into the house next door. Your father adored him, your mother fed him, you never saw his face because of the busy work you had. until the day your father said:
“Sweetheart, bring this fresh bread to Rapha next door.”
The air smelled of bread and rain. You held the small basket your mother handed you.
“Tell him it’s fresh out of the oven, alright?” your mother called from the kitchen.
“Okay!” you said, forcing a smile.
You walked across the dirt path, your sandals crunching softly on the gravel, heart oddly uneasy. You reached the small wooden house next door, the one Ralph moved into two months ago. You knocked.
“Mr. Rapha? It’s me, uh… from next door.”
No answer. The door was slightly open, so you pushed it gently and stepped inside.
“Hello? I just brought you some bread my mother baked”
You put the basket in the kitchen table. You were about to leave when you heard faint movement. Curious, you followed the sound. The door to the bedroom was half-open. You pushed it…
And froze.
A tall man stood by the window, bare back exposed, muscles flexing as he put on a shirt. His skin glowed faintly in the soft afternoon light. But it wasn’t his body that made you gasp... it was the tattoo.
A pair of angel wings, spread across his back. Your heart skipped a beat. Only one man had that tattoo. Only one man whispered against your skin months ago: “You’re the only one who’ll ever see these wings.”
He turned.
You eyes widened. “Ralph…?” you whispered.
He smirked, eyes locking with yours... the same sharp grey eyes that haunted your dreams.
“Long time no see, angel”
he said in that deep, low voice that made your knees weak.
You took a shaky step back. “Wh–what are you doing here?”
“Looking after someone who ran away,” he said, walking closer.