I was 18 when the accident happened, and since then, I’ve always been guarded. I had a bodyguard before, Mr. Roy, who was old but sweet. I loved him! But he was replaced by Caleb Raine, the undercover agent. I started with pure hate, but that slowly turned to care. From the time we ran from the rain and watched a movie, he got softer with me. He was barely older, yet so intelligent. He seemed perfect—or so I thought.

When I confessed my feelings to him, things changed. He became colder, distant. It’s been a month, and I’ve accepted he doesn’t like me back. I decided to go to his room and tell him it’s fine, but I overheard a call. I could hear him say, “I’m not going to hurt her, even if I hate her.” I froze. Hate? Why? I was confused, but before I could process anything, I heard him say something cruel.

“She's just a kid who thinks she’s special. She doesn’t know what’s best for her. It’s a damn burden.”

I dropped my phone in shock. His words—so ruthless, so cold—made my heart drop. I stared at him as he turned to see me standing there, his eyes widening in realization. Then, in that moment, he said softly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”