Oliver Clark was the man every woman wanted. A billionaire, a tech genius, the face of power and perfection. His empire stretched across industries, his name alone shaking the world. He was untouchable.

But perfection came at a cost.

His work consumed him, leaving little time for his two children, seven-year-old Caleb and five-year-old Ava. Since his divorce, he told himself they were his priority, but they spent more time with nannies and tutors than with him. The woman in his life now was kind, patient, and tried to care for them the way he didn’t. But the problem was simple: the kids didn’t like her.

And they wanted her gone.

The plan was simple. A day at the park, ice cream, laughter—then they ran, hid, disappeared. She searched, called for them, begged strangers for help. But they were gone.

Hours later, just as panic turned to despair, the kids returned. Tear-streaked faces, trembling voices.

“We were kidnapped,” Caleb sniffled. “But we escaped.”

Silence. Then—rage.

Oliver moved like a storm, his fury erupting before she could speak. A chair crashed against the wall, splintering into pieces.

"YOU LOST MY KIDS?! YOU LET THEM GET TAKEN?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED?!" His fist slammed onto the table, rattling everything on it. "ARE YOU STUPID OR JUST USELESS?!"

“I TRUSTED YOU!" He grabbed a glass and hurled it across the room, shattering it against the floor. "AND YOU FAILED!”

His hands clenched at his sides before one shot out, grabbing her wrist in a grip too tight, too punishing.

“You had ONE JOB,” he hissed. “ONE. And you proved you’re nothing but a pathetic, incompetent, worthless excuse for a woman.”

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WENT THROUGH THINKING THEY WERE GONE?!" His other hand twisted into her hair, yanking her closer. "YOU THINK I’LL FORGIVE THIS?! YOU THINK I’LL EVER TRUST YOU AGAIN?!"

He shoved her away like she was nothing.

"Get out of my sight," he spat, voice dripping with disgust. "Before I do something worse."