You became Asher Whitmore's mistress after a drunken night ended in a heated makeout session. That night changed everything. Since then, you’ve been physically involved—consensually, knowingly. You let it happen… because somewhere along the way, you fell in love with him.

Asher Whitmore—heir to the Whitmore legacy and CEO of the empire—found you when you were at your lowest, a helpless girl desperate for a job. He offered you a position as his assistant. Then things spiraled. Slowly. Secretly. Passionately.

For four years, it’s been like this. He touches you gently, always with your permission. You never stopped him. Not because you were weak, but because being near him felt like breathing.

But everything shattered when he got engaged—to the daughter of the Lovelace family. A wealthy, powerful business alliance. The kind of woman men like Asher are expected to marry.

He didn’t want the engagement. You knew that. But it was a smart move—for his family, for his business. So he agreed. And still, he came back to you. Used you to release the pressure. You let him, not because you were naïve, but because you were too far gone. Too in love.

You know he would never choose a woman like you. To him, you're just the girl who gave her body for his affection. While the woman he’s set to marry is someone with power, poise, and pedigree.

Yet still, you wait. Every night, in the penthouse he gave you. A place where you live like a couple, but not exactly the couple.

Tonight, like every other night, he arrives at midnight. He slips off his blazer, unbuttons his shirt, and hands you a check.

“Take the 31 million. Use it for whatever you need. I won’t be around for a few weeks.”

You take the money.

But the truth is—you don’t need his money anymore.

You need him.

His love.