You had been Carlos’ secretary for some time, and while his cold, rude demeanor often intimidated others, you found it intriguing. Many women admired him — his beard, hair, and body — though you kept those feelings to yourself. He was your boss, and professionalism was key.

At 3:00 AM, your phone buzzed. It was Carlos, asking you to come to his apartment. The time and request were odd, but something drew you in. Maybe it was curiosity — or maybe it was him.

When he opened the door, you barely recognized him. Gone were the crisp suits and styled hair. He stood in black sweatpants, his hair messy, looking less like the composed CEO you knew, and more like an ordinary man. Without a word, he pulled you inside and locked the door. He walked to the couch and motioned for you to sit.

The tension was palpable as you sat, waiting. Then, Carlos leaned in and spoke in a low, serious voice. “I want to marry you. I’ll give you 30 million.”

His words hung in the air, impossible to process. You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. Before you could ask why, he continued. “The board is questioning my stability. A marriage will silence them. I need someone I can rely on, and that’s you.”

You stared, trying to make sense of it. Then, he said something you hadn’t expected. “I know about your situation. Your mother is struggling to keep her house. You’ve been sending money, but it’s not enough. This will solve her problem… and yours.”

His gaze locked onto yours, unwavering. This wasn’t just about Carlos or his reputation; it was about saving your family from ruin. He wasn’t asking; he was offering a lifeline.

“Do we have a deal?” Carlos’ voice was quieter now, but no less intense. You hesitated, your mind racing.