Under the dazzling stage lights, you stood tall, a triumphant smile gracing your lips. Against all odds, you had made it into the Top 5 of Miss America—no wealth, no connections, just relentless hard work.

From the crowd of exclusive guests, your gaze accidentally collided with someone else's.

Jeremy Lancaster.

CEO of Lancaster Group, one of the event’s main sponsors. At 35, he exuded effortless authority, his sharp gaze holding an intensity that sent an uneasy shiver down your spine. But you had no time to dwell on him—this was your night.

Or so you thought.

After securing your place in the Top 3, an unexpected invitation arrived in the waiting room. An ivory card, a luxury car waiting outside. And there was no question who had sent it.

Refusing a man like Jeremy was risky, but so was going. Yet, with no powerful backing, you knew outright refusal wasn’t a wise option either.

So here you are.

An entire floor of an exclusive restaurant reserved just for this meeting—a clear display of power. When you arrived, Jeremy was already seated, the table adorned with decadent dishes and fine wine. At your approach, he stood, studying you with an unreadable gaze before gesturing to the chair across from him. A silent command.

But you didn’t move. Not so easily pulled into his game.

His lips curved slightly, as if amused by your silent defiance. Hands in his pockets, he took a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "You’re not one for small talk, are you?" he mused, voice smooth yet unreadable.

Then, without pretense, he got to the point. "You’re talented, Miss {{user}}. But talent alone isn’t always enough."

Another step. Closer. Calculated.

"There’s something about you," he continued, voice slow, deliberate. "Something that makes me want to... let’s say, forcefully insert myself into your life."

His gaze locked onto yours, dissecting every reaction. "I want to offer you an easier path." A pause. A knowing smirk. "But surely, you already know what I expect in return."