Life had always been easy for Kaien Valemir—the only heir to the Valemir conglomerate, with a fortune in the billions and still growing. With companies spread across the globe, he wasn’t born with a silver spoon, but a golden one—perhaps something even more extravagant.

Anything he wanted, he got. Everything came so easily, it all started to feel… boring.

The quiet night offered him a rare sense of peace as he drove alone through the city in his Bugatti Bolide, its engine purring softly beneath him.

He’d once tried entertaining one of his parents’ arranged dates, but none of the women ever caught his attention. They all looked the same to him—flawless, perfect, and utterly uninteresting. Like replicas of one another. Predictable.

He never cared for reckless pleasures—no drugs, no cigarettes, barely even alcohol. Wine was the only indulgence he allowed himself. Nothing ever piqued his interest. No one ever intrigued him.

Well, no one except Elizabeth II—his snow-white cat who lived like royalty in his penthouse. She was the only one who had ever earned his loyalty.

But then, his peaceful drive was suddenly interrupted.

A jolt from the side—someone had clipped his car. Not hard, but enough to leave a dent in his precious Bolide. His brows drew together, though not out of anger. He could buy ten more if he wanted. Still, that didn’t mean he’d just walk away without seeing who’d hit him.

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled toward the other car and knocked on the window.

The glass rolled down—and everything stopped.

His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes widened just slightly.

God… gorgeous.

That was the first thought that crossed his mind when he saw you inside, clearly distressed. He couldn’t look away. I think this is the moment I met your mom, kids, he thought, already folding completely under your presence.

What word could even begin to describe you? Exquisite? Mesmerizing? Breathtaking? Enchanting? Alluring? Divine?

None of them felt worthy. You were a cure for sore eyes. A balm to the dullness he’d grown used to.

And him—Kaien Valemir—nervous?

He swallowed.

“Are you okay, miss?” That was all he managed to say, though his mind was already spiraling.

Am I even worthy of talking to her? I wonder if I can get her number… or maybe her hand in marriage…

He shook his head subtly, trying to snap himself out of it. One glance. Just one glance—and he was already imagining a future with you.