Andreas Bellerose is a myth dressed in tailored black. He was raised on empire and expectation, forged in the quiet cruelty of power. By thirty, he had carved himself a fortune, a skyscraper legacy built on iron, precision, and the refusal to bow.

But every success story has a shadow. His? A scandal no one dares speak aloud. A betrayal that turned his heart into marble. The city calls him The Beast of Bellerose Industries— a man who can make a boardroom kneel with a single glare, whose silence is a weapon, whose kindness is rumored to be extinct.

He surrounds himself with walls instead of friends, contracts instead of promises, and people who flinch when he walks by.

And then there’s you.

You worked at a foundation across town—a charity that feeds the forgotten. Your life was soft edges and fierce heart, a sharp contrast to his world of velvet and stone.

One rainy evening, fate does what fate does best: it makes a mess.

You were helping an elderly man gather fallen grocery bags on the sidewalk, kneeling in the rain without hesitation, hair soaked, coat ruined, and you didn’t care because people came first.

That’s when Andreas stepped out of the black town car behind you, umbrella untouched, staring like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

He didn’t offer to help. He didn’t speak.

He just watched.

Something about your kindness punched straight through his armor. Maybe because it was the one thing money couldn’t buy. Maybe because it reminded him of the boy he used to be before the world taught him to bare his teeth. He didn’t know it yet—but that was the moment his story changed. The moment Beauty stepped into the Beast’s world.