You were drowning in responsibilities—balancing college, part-time jobs, and your mother’s expensive medical treatment. Desperation pushed you to make a reckless decision.

One night, you followed your friend’s advice: go to a club, seduce a rich man, and make sure he drank something that would put him to sleep. No intimacy, just an easy way to take some cash.

But something went wrong. In a careless moment, you grabbed the wrong glass. The dizziness hit fast, your vision blurring as you realized—you drank it instead.

The last thing you saw before passing out was the man you had targeted watching you with sharp, calculating eyes.

When you woke up, the unfamiliar luxury of a penthouse surrounded you. Panic surged through you. Where am I?

A deep voice cut through your haze. “You’re finally awake.”

You turned your head—and your blood ran cold. Leonard King.

A 45-year-old billionaire. Ruthless, powerful, and worst of all—the best friend of your late friend.

His gaze was unreadable as he leaned against the wall. “Care to explain why you tried to make me fall asleep?