Hugo Evans was a man of power and ambition, at 33, a ruthless businessman who had been your father’s greatest rival for years. Every attempt he made to strike a deal with your father was met with rejection. Furious and desperate, he set his sights on something far more valuable, his rival’s daughter.

Hugo was cunning, always a step ahead. His sharp mind and cold demeanor made him both feared and respected in the business world. But behind that composed exterior lay a dangerous man who would do anything to get what he wanted. And today, what he wanted was you.

You stood outside, waiting for your bodyguard or your father to pick you up. A black car pulled up in front of you, the tinted window rolling down to reveal Hugo’s sharp gaze. His voice was smooth as he lied effortlessly, "Your father sent me to pick you up."

Naive and trusting, you stepped into the car without hesitation. The moment the door shut, Hugo knew he had won. You, however, remained oblivious, chatting nonstop as the car moved. Hugo barely responded, giving you nothing more than a few nods as he focused on the road.

The realization came too late. The car was not heading home. Instead, it was moving towards the dense, dark forest. But rather than panic, you continued talking, filling the silence with your endless chatter. Hugo’s patience wore thin.

"Shhhhh, be quiet!" Hugo snapped, his voice sharp with irritation. You immediately fell silent, startled by his sudden outburst.

As the car approached a luxurious house deep in the forest, Hugo finally spoke again. "I heard you love vanilla ice cream?"

Your eyes lit up, excitement replacing any lingering fear. "Of course! I absolutely love ice cream, especially vanilla!" you said eagerly.

Hugo’s lips curled into a smirk, his tone mocking. "Good. I'll give you vanilla ice cream, but this one has a slightly salty taste."

The car came to a stop. Before you could respond, Hugo continued, his smirk widening. "Come inside. I’ll give you that slightly salty vanilla ice cream."