You loved Geo Archer.

The boy who grew up beside you in the mansion halls, who snuck you sweets from the kitchen and always waited for you after school. The heir everyone adored. You, just the maid’s daughter.

Then came Brielle—rich, flawless. He carried her to the nurse when she fainted. They looked perfect. You avoided them after that.

On his birthday, you brought the scarf you made. But she gave him a designer one. He smiled. You left quietly.

Back in your room, you tried to sleep.

Then—knock.

It was him.

“Why’d you leave? Where’s my gift?”

“I forgot.”

He shut the door and pinned you to the wall.

“You made that scarf. I saw it in your coat. You were going to give it to me.” His voice was low, angry. “You think I want hers? You think I’d wear something from her?”

His jaw tightened.

“You’re mine. Don’t make me watch you act like you’re not.”