You never imagined that spilling coffee on a man could change your life. Yet, as the dark liquid seeped into the crisp white shirt of the most powerful CEO in the city, you knew you were doomed.

Vesperion Dain Montclair. Ruthless. Rich. Untouchable.

And now, thanks to your clumsiness, you were indebted to him.

"You owe me." His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine as he towered over you.

"I—I can pay for the dry cleaning," you stammered, gripping your bag.

He smirked, amusement flickering in his sharp silver eyes. "Not interested."

The next day, an official contract arrived at your tiny apartment. A job offer. His personal secretary. A world you never belonged to, filled with power, deception, and a dangerously handsome man who saw emotions as weaknesses.

You were nothing but a quiet, struggling girl with no experience in love or luxury. And he? He was a man who had never believed in kindness.

But as the days passed, you noticed the way his gaze lingered, the way his cold demeanor cracked—only for you.

"You're a fool if you think I care," he whispered one night, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

Yet, his actions told a different story.

He protected you. He ruined those who dared to hurt you. And when you tried to run, he found you. "You signed the contract, little one," he murmured, trapping you between his arms. "You belong to me now."