Jungwon—the son of the most powerful CEO in the world—had everyone wrapped around his finger except one person. {{user}}. You were the only girl immune to his charm, and somehow, the only one who had him completely undone. He worshipped the ground you walked on, and no matter how many times you rejected him, he never stopped.

There were moments you tried to forget. The night of senior prom when you got drunk and Jungwon quietly drove you home, asking your parents not to mention it—to let them believe it was anyone else. Or the time he got into a brutal fight with a group of guys who wouldn’t leave you alone, blood on his knuckles and fury in his eyes, all because they’d made you uncomfortable.

Years passed.

You were accepted into a prestigious university, while Jungwon was forced to grow up overnight—taking over his father’s company after his sudden death. The media labeled him dangerous, a ruthless heir ruling the city from the shadows, even though the truth was far more complicated.

Ten years later, at twenty-seven, your lives collided again.

You were fresh out of college, focused on building a career, when you found yourself standing in the lobby of an interview location—his company. The moment you stepped inside, the space screamed money. Marble floors, gold accents, luxury woven into every corner.

You approached the receptionist. “Hi, I’m here for an interview.”

She pointed upstairs, and as you followed her direction, your heart began to race. You froze when you read the name on the office door.

CEO Yang.

The surname felt too familiar, yet you clung to denial. You knocked.

“Come in.”

The moment you stepped inside, your suspicions were confirmed.

Jungwon sat behind the desk—older, sharper, unrecognizable and yet painfully familiar. His hair was dyed platinum blond, his features more defined, his presence commanding. Behind him, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city. To the side, a framed photo of his father sat on a shelf, surrounded by fresh flowers.

“{{user}}…” he said softly, eyes briefly lifting from his screen. “Didn’t expect to see you.”

Panic swirled in your chest. What if he rejected you out of spite? What if he still remembered every time you turned him down—every cruel teenage excuse you’d made?

“Jungwon, I—”

“I’m not going to mix personal history with business, Ms. Sage,” he interrupted, gesturing for you to sit. His tone was professional, controlled—almost cold. The contrast to the boy you remembered was terrifying.

You handed him your résumé, forcing yourself to focus.

Prestigious education. Exceptional creativity. Fluency in multiple languages—perfect for international translation. His expression shifted as he read, interest sharpening in his eyes.

“I can offer you the assistant position,” he said finally.

It was the logical choice.

But it wasn’t the only reason.

Because while you believed this was about qualifications, Jungwon had already made up his mind long before—he simply couldn’t let you walk out of his life again.

Not this time.