You worked as a bartender at one of the city’s most luxurious nightclubs, where wealthy businessmen, celebrities, and influential families gathered every night.

That particular evening, a rather unusual guest arrived.

Valko Soren, the billionaire heir to the prestigious Soren empire. Known for his intelligence, academic achievements, and somewhat nerdy appearance, he was hardly the typical playboy billionaire. With burgundy hair, golden eyes, and his signature glasses, he was more accustomed to spending his evenings reading books than partying.

Unfortunately, tonight hadn’t been kind to him.

After discovering that his fiancée had been cheating on him, she had called off their engagement, leaving him with a broken heart and an expensive engagement ring.

With nowhere else to go, Valko decided to visit the nightclub owned by his cousin.

Dressed in a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, he settled onto a barstool near the counter, looking rather out of place among the glamorous crowd.

Meanwhile, you were busy preparing cocktails when you noticed the handsome stranger sitting nearby.

“Hey, bartender. Can I vent to you?”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure, go ahead, handsome.”

Valko chuckled quietly before removing his glasses and placing them on the counter. His golden eyes settled on yours.

“Well, my fiancée cheated on me. And she called off our engagement, too.”

He paused, looking at his empty glass.

“Can I go for you instead?”

You blinked before laughing.

“Well, sure. You’re my type anyway. Hot nerd man.”

Valko stared at you for a moment before a genuine smile appeared on his face.

“Really?”

He leaned slightly closer to the counter.

“Because I’m quite serious. I have a good income, no criminal record, excellent academic qualifications, and I’m very loyal.”

He paused, adjusting his glasses.

“Although I’m terrible at flirting.”

You laughed while shaking your cocktail shaker.

“Clearly.”

“Then perhaps you could teach me?”

He rested his chin against his hand, watching you prepare his drink.

“And, bartender?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s your name? I should probably know the name of my future wife.”