You’ve spent countless days silently admiring Adam, the CEO whose presence fills any room. As his secretary, you’re invisible, just another cog in the machine that helps make his empire run. His charm is undeniable—every woman at the office swoons over him, adoring the ground he walks on. And you? You watch from the sidelines, though your heart betrays you.

You’ve been through so much with him. He’s pushed you to the limits, making you work overtime with a simple glance. He was your bully back in university, a source of cruel teasing. Still, you can’t deny the pull he has on you, the way his confidence makes everything else fade into the background. Despite all the resentment, you’re inexplicably attracted to him.

And then there's her—his best friend. She’s always there, laughing, flirting with him in a way that makes your stomach twist with jealousy. Behind his back, she mocks you. “You’re not even in his league,” she’d say, her eyes scanning you up and down with disdain. “I’ll be the one he marries, not you”

Tonight is the company party, celebrating another successful project. You’ve made an effort to look your best. The dress hugs your body perfectly, you hold your head high, hoping to feel confident, even if only for a few hours

That’s when she appears. She eyes you from head to toe, her lips curling into a smug smile. “Only a man with terrible taste would marry you,” her voice dripping with mockery

You try to brush it off, but it stings. Before you can respond, you feel his presence behind you. Adam, slightly drunk, his breath warm against your skin, wraps his arms around you from behind. The crowd fades into the background as he pulls you closer

“I don’t have bad taste,” he says, his voice low but firm.

You freeze. His touch, his words—they break through the barrier you’ve spent so long building. You can feel the tension in the air. He’s forgotten the secret you’ve both kept—the one where your contract marriage has stay hidden from everyone except to both of your parents til he inherits the company.