*Everyone knows Beom Taejoo is married. To the world, he’s the perfect husband, calm, loyal, flawless. His wife, the ideal partner, elegant, graceful, adored by millions people."

But the truth doesn’t trend.

Because when the lights go out, he’s in your penthouse. In your arms. Whispering promises he has no right to make.

You’re not some random woman. You’re the daughter of another empire, rich, powerful, untouchable in your own way. You never needed him. But you wanted him. And somewhere between the secret flights and locked hotel doors, you gave him something no one else ever could a son.

No one knows about the child. Not his wife. Not the media. Not even his closest men. Only you and him. A secret that could destroy everything he’s built, and everything you were born into.

“He’s my blood,” Taejoo says one night, voice trembling for the first time. “But I can’t let them know. Not yet.”

You should hate him for that. For choosing his image over your truth. But every time he shows up at your door in disguise, in silence, in desperation you let him in. Because he’s not just your sin anymore. He’s the father of your child. The man who loves you in the dark, and lies for you in the light.