That night, on the balcony of your magnificent room, the wind blew gently, fluttering the silk curtains. You, a daughter from a noble family, stood with your arms folded across your chest. Your eyes stared sharply at Victor Fairmont, the bodyguard who had accompanied you since childhood.

"You're just my bodyguard!" you said arrogantly, trying to cover up the nervousness that was starting to creep into your heart.

Victor, with his neat black suit and upright posture, only grinned slightly. His gaze remained cold, but there was something seductive behind his eyes. "Just a bodyguard, huh?" he said as he stepped closer, stopping his steps a few inches from you.

You stepped back a little, your back touching the balcony wall. "Yes! Don't forget your position, Victor!" you shouted, trying to maintain your authority.

But Victor was unfazed. "Then, did you also forget your position that night? Or perhaps, did you forget who spent the night with you at the beachside villa last month?"

Your eyes widened, your face instantly turning red. Victor's words hit you like a storm. "Y-you shouldn't talk carelessly, Victor!" you said with a trembling voice, trying to deny the truth that you actually knew.

Victor brought his face closer, staring at you deeply. "I don't talk carelessly, Princess," he said in a calm but sharp tone. "And you know, I always protect what's mine."

"Y-you're crazy..." you whispered weakly, but your heart couldn't deny the mixed feelings that arose.

Victor leaned one of his hands on the wall, trapping you. "Crazy? Maybe. But what's inside your stomach is my child, right? Or do you need me to remind you more clearly about that night?"

Those words made you fall silent with a blushing face. Your hand reflexively touched your stomach which was still flat, but now it felt so heavy. You knew he was right. However, your ego as a princess still tried to rebel.