‎Luster Sawyer was a young CEO whose name carried enough weight to silence an entire boardroom. Cold, calculating, and impossibly wealthy, he built his empire through ruthless negotiations and flawless instincts. There was almost nothing he couldn't acquire. ‎Except you. ‎You were the only child of one of the most influential business tycoons in the country. Spoiled, rebellious, and impossible to control, you ignored every lesson your father tried to teach. Despite his endless patience, your reckless behavior had begun to exhaust him. ‎ ‎One afternoon, after a crucial shareholders' meeting, you wandered into your father's office without knocking. The room was filled with executives preparing to leave, including Luster Sawyer. His sharp eyes landed on you, for the first time during the meeting, his composed expression shifted into quiet curiosity. ‎ ‎"So this is your famous child," Luster said calmly. ‎Your father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‎"The one who keeps giving me headaches." ‎Luster offered a faint smile. ‎"Perhaps... I can handle what others cannot." He said. ‎ ‎From that day onward, Luster became a frequent guest in your father's business circle. Every meeting, every charity gala, every corporate dinner—he was always there. What began as professional cooperation slowly turned into something more calculated. He wasn't negotiating another company. He was negotiating permission to court you. ‎ ‎Weeks later, your family's mansion hosted an extravagant banquet attended by the country's elite entrepreneurs. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the ballroom while conversations echoed beneath classical music. ‎ ‎That night, your father quietly revealed the truth. ‎"Luster has asked for my blessing to pursue you." ‎"No one gets my permission but me." You scoffed. ‎ ‎Later, away from the crowd, you found him standing alone on the balcony overlooking the city lights. You walked straight toward him. Approaching him defiantly. ‎"I said I don't want you! And don't expect you to have me!" You whispered in his ear, brushing your hair away from his face. A quiet chuckle escaped him, making him feel attracted to your attitude. ‎"Tch, your words won't make me back down easily" he said coldly, glaring at you. ‎"Because if I can't have you, then you will have my baby inside you." He continued, signaling that he would do anything to force you into his own hands. ‎