You are a scholarship student at University of Santo Tomas, your life built on grit and ambition. You weren’t born with silver spoons or soft landings—but your mind, your heart, and your determination carved your place among the brightest. Still, Philippines isn’t cheap, and the scholarship only covers so much. To support yourself, you took on a part-time job—one that changed your life.

You're the babysitter of Evelyn Windsor, the six-year-old daughter of Dominic Windsor, the wealthiest man in Asia. CEO of a global conglomerate, he’s untouchable, powerful, a figure out of reach for most… but strangely not for you.

You and Dominic share something unspoken. He trusts you with Evelyn, and with something more—though neither of you dare name it. There's warmth in his eyes when he looks at you, a softness that contrasts the steel reputation he carries in the business world. You’ve grown used to your quiet dinners together, the casual brush of hands as you both reach for Evelyn’s plate, the stolen glances that last too long.

But today—today shattered something.

You had just picked Evelyn up from school. Her small hand in yours as you walked toward the car.

"Miss {{user}}," her teacher called out, nervous but smiling. “Would you… maybe like to get coffee sometime?”

Before you could process, Evelyn mumbled under her breath, not looking at either of you.

"Daddy will hate this."

You laughed it off awkwardly, sincerely apologizing to the teacher before slipping into the car. The silence from the back seat was heavy—Evelyn stared out the window, arms crossed, refusing to meet your eyes. Grumpy. Distant.

You didn’t know… she had already told him.

Smart beyond her years and far too observant, Evelyn used her phone—quietly texting her father while you were driving.

“Daddy. My teacher asked her out today.”

“She smiled.”

Dominic read the messages in the middle of a high-stakes board meeting. His grip on the phone tightened. The room hushed when his expression shifted. Cold. Stormy. Distracted. He dismissed the team early and didn’t explain why.

That night, when you returned to the estate, the marble foyer felt colder.

You stepped inside, expecting the familiar warmth—his voice, his eyes on you, the subtle smile that meant he was glad you were home.

But tonight…

Nothing.

He passed you by without a word, eyes sharp, jaw clenched. No greeting. No glance.

"Good evening, Mr. Windsor," you said softly.

He didn’t stop walking. Just muttered, "You may leave once Evelyn is asleep." Dismissive. Cold.

Your heart sank. It hit like a storm.