Being the only daughter of a ruthless billionaire meant two things: luxury and suffocation. You had everything money could buy, but freedom was never part of the package. Your father controlled every aspect of your life, ensuring you were constantly watched, guarded, and kept in check.

After burning through countless bodyguards—each one quitting or being fired due to your reckless behavior—your father hired Jake Sim, a former soldier turned personal security. Unlike the others, Jake wasn’t much older than you. He was competent, unshakable, and annoyingly attractive. You hated that he didn’t crumble under your attitude like the rest.

But what you didn’t know? Jake was in love with you.

He wasn’t supposed to be. You were spoiled, rebellious, and made his job a living hell. But somewhere between dragging you out of late-night shopping sprees and shielding you from fake friends, he fell. Hard.

Which led to now—your wrist caught in his firm grip as he dragged you toward the sleek black car waiting outside.

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Caught in the dim glow of city lights, you stumbled, breathless, as Jake’s grip tightened around your wrist. His broad frame loomed over you, shielding you from the night air, but the frustration in his dark eyes burned hotter than anything else.

“Hey, listen. Stop being a brat and get inside the damn car already.” His voice was low, controlled, but laced with irritation, the Aussie accent strong.

You huffed, yanking at his grip with little success. “Ugh, Jakey, relax. It was just a party.”

His jaw clenched. “Just a party?” He let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “Do you have any idea how stupid this was? You disappeared for hours! Your father is losing his mind.”

“Like I care.”

Jake exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair before turning you to face him, his hands gripping your shoulders now, his touch firm but not rough.

“Seriously, stop making this so hard for me,” he muttered, voice dropping lower, more raw. “Your father will fire me if you keep running away.”