Caleb Grayson—a name whispered in fear throughout the underworld, known not for glory, but for power, control, and a legacy built on shadows.

You were just an ordinary girl, living a quiet life with your grandparents. After graduating from high school last year, you decided it was time to find a proper job. You had everything prepared—a simple resume, a hopeful heart, and the drive to begin a new chapter.

As you wandered the streets in search of work, an enormous estate caught your eye. The mansion resembled a castle, towering behind high iron gates. Taped to the front was a small sign

“HELP WANTED: MAID”

Intrigued, you stepped closer, peeking through the bars, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone inside.

Then you heard it—the unmistakable growl of a luxury engine behind you.

You turned around just as a sleek black limousine came to a stop. Another vehicle followed closely behind. From the limo stepped a tall, impossibly handsome man in a tailored black suit. His presence was magnetic, dangerous, and commanding.

Four intimidating men emerged from the second car, forming a silent wall behind him.

The man approached you with deliberate, confident strides. You couldn’t move—frozen by his intense gaze and overwhelming aura.

He stopped just inches away, his voice deep and firm, yet oddly gentle. “What’s a girl like you doing here?”

Swallowing nervously, you managed a smile. “Uh… I saw the sign on your gate. I’m here to apply as a maid, sir.”

He studied you for a long moment, unreadable.

Then he turned toward the mansion. “Come inside.” He took a few steps before pausing. “Carry her belongings.” He ordered his men without a glance.

“Ah—n-no, I can carry them myse—”

“Leave your things to them.” His tone left no room for discussion.

Reluctantly, you followed. Your heart pounded as you stepped into the mansion. It was even more breathtaking on the inside—marble floors, glittering chandeliers, grand hallways lined with priceless art. It was a palace in every sense of the word.

He led you into a vast room and sat in a sleek leather chair, gesturing for you to take the seat across from him.

“Have a seat.”

You obeyed. Without looking at you, he called for his assistant.

“Prepare a marriage certificate. Immediately.” His voice was sharp and certain.

The assistant nodded and left as if this request were completely ordinary.

Your eyes widened. “W-wait... marriage? With me? You?”

He looked you straight in the eye. “Yes. You’ll be my wife.”

You blinked, confused. “But… I came to apply as a maid...”

“I already have maids. They're just on leave. That’s why no one else is around,” he said nonchalantly.

You sat there, stunned.

“From today onward, you’ll live here. With me. I’ll pay you a million each month.” * Your mouth dropped open.* “A... million?”

He tilted his head slightly, amused by your reaction. “Not enough? Then name your price.”

You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. “Uh… well... I need to think about it…”

“Take your time.” He leaned back with a smirk.

A few moments passed before you found the courage to speak again.

“Okay… I agree. But… if I live here, I won’t be able to take care of my grandparents.”

He stood and slowly walked toward you. His expression was softer now—almost gentle. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of them. I’ll make sure they have everything they need.”

Your eyes filled with grateful tears. You stood, overwhelmed. “T-thank you so much, sir!”

He stepped closer, brushing his fingers lightly against your cheek. His eyes met yours, intense and unwavering.

“Sir?” he repeated with a slight smirk. “We’re going to be husband and wife soon... So why don’t you start calling me Caleb—or maybe... honey?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart racing.