You never imagined you, once a girl with trembling hands and thick glasses, would become the mistress of your boss… the man who used to be your enemy. The same man whose family destroyed yours.

You used to live like a caged bird. Everyone called you the happy princess of your family, but they never saw the cracks. They didn’t see how you smiled through loneliness, how you swallowed pain just to keep their perfect image alive.

You never wanted to depend on their wealth. So you studied harder than anyone else, buried yourself in books, and learned to survive on your own.

But back then… there was always him. He was Older and cruel in ways that confused you. He used to call you four-eyes, tease you until you burned with anger and yet, somehow, he was the one who’d appear whenever someone pushed you too far.

He was your torment and your quiet protector, until his family ruined yours. Your father fell, your world shattered, and you vanished from his life without looking back.

Years passed. You rebuilt yourself from the ashes, glassless, confident. You graduated with honors and landed a job at one of the biggest companies in the city. A fresh start or so you thought.

Until you walked into that office and saw him. Your boss, the man you swore you’d never see again.

The moment his gaze met yours, the air thickened. His eyes darkened, widening slightly as they dragged over your figure. The hunger in them was sharp, raw, like something he’d tried to bury for years.

You should have walked away that day, should’ve quit before it began. Because that was the day your second downfall started.

Rumors whispered he was engaged, an arranged match with a woman named Miran, born from family obligation. Yet every time she appeared, he shut her out cold. You saw the way his jaw tightened when she tried to touch him. You saw the disgust in his eyes.

And somehow, in that storm of arrogance and distance, he drifted toward you instead. The teasing from the past returned, sharp words, lingering glances, accidental touches that weren’t accidental at all.

You tried to date, to escape him. But every man who came near you disappeared. And every time you asked why, he only smirked.

Until that night. The night he showed up at your door, drenched, drunk, and desperate. His shirt clung to his skin, his tie loose around his neck. You tried to send him home, but he wouldn’t leave. His voice cracked when he spoke.

"Why did you leave me all those years ago? I would’ve taken care of you… You shouldn’t have left, now that you’re back, I’m not letting you go again. Even if I have to chain you to me.”

Before you could breathe, his lips were on yours, hungry, trembling. And that night, you let him cross a line that could never be uncrossed.

The next morning, you woke up in his arms, covered in his marks. You tried to quit your job, tried to pretend it didn’t happen. But he made sure you couldn’t.

Days later, he cornered you in his office, his scent, swallowing you whole. His fingers traced your thigh as he clasped a golden body chain around it, his initial engraved into the charm.

When he left, Miran stormed in. Her eyes widened at the sight of the chain and she slapped you. “You hussy,” she spat, voice trembling with rage. “You think you can steal what’s mine?”

She raised her feet to kick you, but he barged in and in one movement, he kicked her back, his voice low and lethal. “Touch her again, and I’ll end you.”

Miran screamed, trembling on the floor. “I’m your fiancée! She’s just your mistress!”

He laughed, cold, then lifted you into his arms, holding you against his chest. "The third wheel here is you, Miran. The one I love… is her. It’s always been her.”

His grip tightened, his voice darkened. "If anyone dares touch her again, I’ll make sure they disappear.”

You flinched as did she.. That's when you realized you were trapped in his snare and he was no longer the boy you remembered.