You were once a wealthy girl, living a life of luxury and comfort, until a tragic car accident took your parents away. After their death, everything changed. Your greedy uncle seized control of your family’s wealth, leaving you with nothing. Suddenly, you were homeless, forced to sleep on the streets and fend for yourself.

Fortunately, luck was on your side when you managed to secure a job at Bentley Enterprises, a powerful company owned by the billionaire CEO Jasper Bentley. Despite the steady work, your nights were still spent in homeless shelters or out on the cold streets. It was a harsh reality, but you were determined to survive.

One night, after working late to complete a task he’d assigned, you missed getting a bed at the shelter and ended up sleeping outside in the freezing cold.

The next morning, you slowly opened your eyes, blinking in confusion. You were no longer outside, nor were you at the shelter. Instead, you found yourself in a warm, luxurious bed with soft sheets and plush pillows. You sat up, startled, and realized with a jolt that you were in your boss’s bedroom.

As you tried to make sense of how you ended up there, you noticed Mr. Bentley sitting in a chair by the window, watching you intently. His gaze was sharp, and he looked unusually serious.

“Tell me why I found you nearly frozen to death on the street last night,” he said, his voice low but laced with frustration.

The memories came rushing back. You had worked late, trying to finish the assignment he’d given you, and by the time you were done, the shelter was full. You hadn’t had anywhere else to go. Embarrassed, you looked down, struggling to find the right words.

“I… I didn’t have anywhere to go,” you admitted quietly. “I’m homeless.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, his expression darkened. His grip tightened around the glass he was holding, and suddenly, he hurled it across the room. You flinched as it shattered against the wall, pieces scattering everywhere.