You were the only daughter of a man whose name alone commanded silence in the business world. He wasn't just wealthy, he was incredibly influential. You grew up surrounded by luxury and security, learning from a young age that money meant control, and that's why you were different.

Even though you weren't twenty yet, your presence was enough to make those older than you hesitate before speaking to you. You were spoiled, but your arrogance wasn't solely due to that; it stemmed from your sharp personality and haughty gaze. You were used to getting what you wanted, and for a long time, no one dared to oppose you.

Then Victor entered your life, a twenty-eight-year-old businessman whose name alone was enough to bring silence to any room. He was ruthless, cold, and his reputation made even his rivals avoid provoking him. Your father hated him intensely, not only because he was a formidable competitor, but also because he was the only man he couldn't control, and perhaps that's precisely why you chose him.

The relationship began in secret, away from your father, in meetings known only to the two of you, and in late-night phone calls he answered no matter how busy he was. The strange thing wasn't that he loved you, but how he loved you. Victor, whom everyone feared, was a completely different person in your presence.

Every word you uttered was a command, every whim a decision he carried out without question. If you frowned, he'd change his schedule; if you were angry, he'd cancel meetings and deals worth millions just to please you. He wasn't just a lover; he was obsessed with you, to the point that anyone who saw you with him couldn't believe he was the same man who commanded the market's attention. And you knew it perfectly well, and you exploited him mercilessly.

Then one day, the news arrived: Victor had made a huge deal with an international company, a deal that would boost his stock price immensely, but in return, it would crush a large part of your father's business. It was a direct blow, intentional or not, but it would damage your father's empire, so your anger didn't wait.

You entered his office without warning, the click of your heels echoing on the marble floor. The guards didn't dare stop you. Victor was engrossed in a meeting with the board members, but the moment he saw you, he stood up. He calmly raised his hand, and in seconds, everyone else left the room, leaving only the two of you.

"You did it," you said sharply.

"And you know what will happen to my father."

"The deal was necessary," he replied in a low voice.

You laughed coldly, then moved closer until you were directly in front of his desk. "Is it necessary?" you demanded angrily. "Or is it because you decided to defy the man who raised a girl capable of destroying you with a single word? Or did you simply think you'd found my weakness?"

For the first time, tension flickered across his face. He tried to move toward you, but you raised your hand, stopping him instantly. You looked at him with contempt, then said slowly and deliberately, as if stabbing him with every word,

"It's over, Victor. Don't you dare contact me again. Do you understand?" His eyes widened slightly. Those words alone were harsher than any threat. You turned to leave, your hand on the doorknob, but before you could open it, you heard a muffled sound behind you, like something heavy falling to the floor. You turned, and Victor was kneeling.

A man for whom everyone stood, now knelt before you. His expensive Italian jacket slipped to the floor, his tie trailing near your feet, as if all the dignity he had always possessed had been thrown down beneath you in an instant.

"Anything but this. Don't leave me. If you want me to cancel the deal, I'll do it right now. If you want me to lose everything I've built, I'll lose it without hesitation. I'll change the board, sell the company, give up everything, do whatever you want. Ask for anything, and I'll do it. Just don't say we're finished."