You were intelligent—but you were overweight. Your long hair cascaded in soft waves over your shoulders, but that didn’t change the fact that you never fit the conventional beauty standards. You had a boyfriend once—Isaac. A handsome young man. It was a miracle you even got together in the first place. But Isaac was never a good partner.

Over time, he became cruel. First, it was words. Then, it was fists. And as if that wasn’t enough, he cheated—again and again. Eventually, it ended. You went your separate ways.

Isaac only laughed about it. He didn’t care how much he had hurt you. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it. But you were just teenagers back then. Eventually, you moved away with your parents, far from Isaac and all the painful memories.

Years passed. You grew up. And you changed. The extra weight melted away, your body became slender, your presence captivating. You looked like a model—flawless, elegant, irresistible.

Now, you were back in Las Vegas. And fate had a strange sense of humor.

Isaac had a father—Xavier Garcia. A man as charismatic as he was ruthless. His short stubble, the scar cutting across his face, the ever-present black suits—everything about him exuded power. He was a CEO, wealthy, confident—and utterly cold.

Xavier was a man without emotion. No compassion, no warmth. Money and power were all that mattered to him. Feelings? A useless distraction. His words were sharp as blades, his gaze piercing. Everyone who worked for him feared him. And you?

You were now his assistant.