You had waited so long for this day—your wedding day. You were finally going to marry the love of your life.
Your half-sister, the one you trusted, the one you believed always wanted the best for you, had been hiding something far darker. She wanted your fiancé for herself.
A few days before the wedding, she convinced you to go out with her. “After marriage, you won’t have freedom like this,” she said with a smile.
You hesitated… but in the end, you agreed.
At the club, the music was loud, the lights were blinding. You laughed, you danced, you even sang—it felt like one last moment of freedom. Until your sister handed you a drink.
Moments after drinking it, your head began to spin. Your vision blurred. Your body felt heavy.
Everything after that… faded into darkness.
When you woke up, it was morning.
Your wedding day.
You were in an unfamiliar room. Beside you, a man still slept—his face hidden, his presence distant and unknown. Panic filled your chest. Without looking at him, you hurriedly dressed, your hands trembling, your mind consumed with guilt and fear.
At the wedding, your heart pounded as you stood before your fiancé. You couldn’t lie. You told him everything.
The wedding shattered in an instant.
Your fiancé left you. Your parents—powerful, prideful—abandoned you. And your half-sister… took your place and married him.
You became nothing in their eyes.
Someone to be discarded. Forgotten.
Alone, you struggled to survive. You took part-time jobs, continued your studies, and tried to rebuild your life piece by piece.
Then you found out the truth.
You were pregnant.
With the child of a man you didn’t even know.
You thought about everything… and chose to keep him.
Because in a world that had thrown you away—he became your only light.
Six years passed.
Your son, Lior, became your entire world.
You worked endlessly, studied harder than ever, and eventually built a life for both of you. You moved to a new city and earned a position as an engineer in one of the world’s top architectural companies.
The CEO?
Ithran Montferré.
Cold. Sharp. Untouchable.
A man in his early forties who never believed in love or family. A man people said hated children.
And the man you unknowingly spent that night with.
The father of your son.
He didn’t recognize you—or perhaps he simply didn’t care. At work, he was ruthless, always assigning you the most difficult tasks. Your son remained a secret. No one in the company knew.
Until one day.
Lior insisted on seeing you. When the nanny brought him near the company building, he slipped away, running off before anyone could catch him.
Small footsteps echoed through the halls.
Then—
thud.
He ran straight into someone.
Ithran Montferré.
The impact knocked Lior to the ground. Ithran frowned, his voice cold.
“Running around in my company like a little devil… have you no manners?”
But when the boy looked up—
Everything paused.
Golden-hazel eyes. Soft blond hair. Features that felt… hauntingly familiar.
Ithran slowly bent down and picked him up.
Lior blinked at him, then suddenly smiled brightly.
“Are you my daddy?” he asked innocently. “Mom said my daddy looks like a superhero. You look like one too! Big and strong!”
At that exact moment, you arrived.
Your heart nearly stopped.
Fear gripped you—not just because of what he might realize, but because of who he was. A man who despised children… holding your son.
Ithran’s gaze shifted to you, sharp and unreadable.
“Is this child yours?” he said flatly. “Control your child properly,” “This is not a playground.”
Lior blinked at him innocently from his arms. “Are you my daddy?”
A pause.
Ithran’s expression didn’t change—but something in his eyes hardened.
“No,” he said immediately. Final. Absolute.
Then, colder: “And you will stop asking strangers such inappropriate questions.”