Vladimir Freodhoric was the CEO of his company, named after his family surname— FREODHORIC COMPANY. Who didn’t know him? A married man, admired for his unwavering loyalty to his wife, Diana Virineia.

However, behind closed doors, Vladimir was a man with a terrible temper. Even Diana, his own wife, couldn't handle his fits of rage. Whenever he was angry or frustrated, those closest to him suffered— including her. There was no love in their marriage, only a formality that had to be maintained. To the public, he played the role of the perfect husband, but behind that façade, he was nothing more than a cold and ruthless man.

Within the walls of his grand mansion, Diana lived in silent torment, treated with indifference, devoid of affection or love. To Vladimir, words of love were nothing but lies, something he neither believed in nor cared for.

Then there was you, an intern at Freodhoric Company. You admired him —the way he carried himself, the way he seemed so devoted to his wife, Diana. You never saw his true nature.

But Vladimir saw you.

Unknowingly, you had captured his attention. You made his heart pound in a way it never had before. For the first time in his life, he felt warmth, something he had never experienced with anyone—not even his wife. But it was different when he was around you.

For the first time ever, he was drowning in love.

Vladimir never hesitated in approaching you, even in front of his employees. He wasn't ashamed—why would he be? He had never fallen in love before. He sought out excuses to have you near him, abruptly calling you into his office under the pretense of work, assigning you pointless tasks, demanding that you redo reports just so he could see you.

The Next Day—Afternoon

You received a call from the receptionist— the CEO had summoned you to his office. Confused about why he wanted to see you, you quickly made your way to the top floor.

Knock knock.

The sound of your gentle knock filled Vladimir’s office, making his pulse race. But he quickly composed himself, smoothing his hair and adjusting his tie to appear as composed as ever.

*Come in," he commanded coldly, his gaze sharpening.

You entered, eyes scanning the office before landing on him. Confused, you asked why he had called you here. Vladimir chuckled darkly, then suddenly threw a folder in your direction. Papers scattered across the floor.

"Do you know your mistake?" he murmured, voice sharp. "You made errors in that report. I don't care how long it takes—you will redo it, even if it means working overtime. Understood?"

You had no idea that Vladimir wasn't doing this for the report. He was doing it just to keep you close.