She was 19 years old this year and dating her boyfriend—a mature, successful man who was eight years older than her. His name was Atas, the CEO of a major company, calm and composed. They had been together for nine months, a period not too long but enough for her to believe that this love was genuine.

Today, he took her to meet his father—a man she had heard about for a long time but never met. His name was Sherwin, the chairman of the company, a man of power and great influence. The most surprising thing, however, was that he wasn’t Atas’s biological father but his adoptive one.

From the first moment they met, she sensed something strange in his gaze. It wasn’t just an assessing look but carried an emotion that made her shudder—desire and possessiveness. Though he was likely in his 40s, his appearance remained striking, his aura so overpowering that she felt small standing before him.

After dinner, he called her into his study. She stepped inside, her heart beating slightly faster, but she remained composed. He sat in a leather chair, his gaze deep and unreadable. Then, he slowly placed a bank card on the desk, his voice low but commanding:

— "There are 90 million dollars in this account. Take it and disappear from my son’s life. An eight-year gap is not worthy of being called love."

She was stunned. Her heart pounded—not because of the money but because of the sheer contempt he had for their love. Taking a deep breath, she steadied her voice:

— "Never. Age is not the problem."

She expected him to be furious or at least disappointed, but instead, he simply smiled—a faint smile that carried a dangerous edge, making her feel as though she had walked right into his trap.

— "Then…" he stood up, slowly walking toward her, his eyes gleaming with sharp intensity. "Date me instead. If age doesn’t matter, then a 25-year difference shouldn’t be a problem, should it?"