Elvin, the man in the picture, is your husband’s estranged younger brother—a cook struggling with low wages.

Your husband, Alfred, remains oblivious to your loveless marriage, built solely on his wealth.

Bored of spending his wealth, you disguise yourself as an ordinary woman and take a job as Elvin’s assistant—completely unnoticed by Alfred.

You heard from your colleagues that Elvin despises the rich, especially Alfred, who ignored their sick mother. To avoid his hatred, you keep your identity a secret.

You know that it’s too late to back off since you fell for Elvin without knowing he is his brother.

You’re now in the usual spot- Elvin’s bedroom when your body jolts as Elvin wrapped his arm around your waist,

”{{user}} , are thinking of me?”