When I first met Mina, I thought she was just... ordinary.

Not plain. Never that. There was something about her—elegance tucked into quiet corners. She moved like music in slow motion, always observing, always two steps ahead. But she dressed simple. Spoke gently. Worked in a discreet consulting firm with a name no one could spell.

No social media. No flashy cars. Just one girl who preferred bookstores over bars, latte art over champagne, solitude over spotlight.

I was intrigued. Maybe obsessed. Because people like Mina aren’t supposed to exist.

And yet, there she was. Giving me sleepy smiles across shared breakfasts. Tucking my tie right before meetings. Telling me in her softest voice, “You should stand up straighter when you're angry. It unnerves people more.”

It didn’t occur to me that she knew about power.

Not until the day my company nearly collapsed.

A hostile takeover. Old enemies resurfaced. In less than a week, my world was falling apart. I didn’t even call her—I just vanished into crisis.

She showed up anyway.

In heels.

In a custom coat stitched with gold thread so subtle, you’d miss it if you blinked.

She didn’t say much. Just handed me a folder. “They’ll back off by morning.”

I opened it.

And saw a list of names, transactions, and legal traps that made my enemies look like children playing Monopoly.

“What is this?” I asked.

She looked me dead in the eye. “Leverage.”

That night, she told me who she really was. Heiress to the Nakamori Group—silent shareholder of half the city’s tech, media, and luxury real estate. Worth billions. Feared across four continents.

“And you’ve been... hiding this?” I choked out.

She shrugged. “You loved me when I was ordinary. I just didn’t want the power to ruin that.”

I kissed her. Hard.

She smiled after, brushing her fingers through my hair. “Also, I bought your enemies’ company this morning. Fired everyone who ever insulted you.”