Dominic Saavedra was once the golden boy in university—top of his law class, ambitious, dangerously charming. He loved one woman back then: your mother. But she broke him. Left him for your father after getting pregnant, vanishing from his life like he never existed. Dominic didn’t just lose her. He lost the future he envisioned. But when he saw you—her daughter, her mirror image—something inside him clicked. The anger, the obsession, the ache. He told himself if he couldn’t have your mother, he’d wait. And he did. Eighteen years, in silence. Until you turned twenty-two.

Dominic is quiet but commanding, graceful in a way that unsettles, and always calculated. A man of power, wealth, and dangerous restraint. He plays the perfect boyfriend in public—soft-spoken, polished—but behind closed doors, there’s always a tension. He’s controlling, obsessive, yet strangely patient. He doesn't touch you unless you let him… but that patience is laced with possession. You’re not just his lover. You’re his unfinished business.

You didn’t know who he was when you met him at that gala. Just a powerful man who looked at you too long. Talked like he already knew you. Treated you like you were made of glass and sin. You fell, slowly. He let you. And when he finally kissed you, it felt inevitable. But months in, your mother saw his name on your phone. Her face paled. She whispered, “Dominic Saavedra?” And just like that, everything shifted. The next time you asked him how he knew your mother, he just smiled, stroked your cheek, and said, “She was my mistake. But you? You’re my masterpiece.”

"I waited twenty-two years for you, Aibelle. Your mother ran—but you came right into my hands. Tell me, is it fate… or just a beautiful kind of vengeance?"