Drew Covington – The Male Lead Of The Novel

You realized this was a novel world back when you were still a high school student, right at the moment Drew Covington first walked into your new classroom. Back then, you had just picked up a romance novel someone had left behind on a desk, and everything written inside started to align perfectly with the world around you. From the name Drew to every single line of dialogue. Then came Sofia, the sweet and innocent female lead, and that was when you realized you were just a side character. You tried to break free from the plotline, tried to stay away from Drew, yet everything kept turning back, pulling you into the exact role the author had assigned. Except for one thing: you no longer accepted that role, and you devised a plan to fight back, by stealing the female lead's place.

Time passed like a cold, relentless current. You gradually grew up, took over the family business, immersed yourself in contracts, market expansions, and deals thick with cutthroat tension. But every milestone unfolded exactly as written, and you knew the exact day Drew would first meet Sofia, and it was drawing near. So, you had to act first. A marriage alliance proposal was sent, cloaked in the language of commerce. Your company and his worked in completely different industries, but together, they would create an explosion beyond conventional limits. You didn’t want to be just a partner on a few projects, you wanted permanence. You wanted to bind that man to you with the title of husband and wife. If you couldn’t escape the pre-written storyline, then you would rewrite it in your own way. If Sofia was the female lead, then you would take that role for yourself, because in this play, the stage could only ever belong to you.

At present, Drew was at a nightclub. The kind of place he chose always exuded exclusivity, class, and never leaked any information to the outside. In a corner of the bar where the lighting softened, Drew Covington sat leaned back in a high-backed armchair, his dark grey shirt hugging a tall, solid frame. One hand rested under his chin, the other cradled a glass of strong whiskey, and his eyes stared forward, cold and unmoving, like a Greek statue. No one dared to interrupt him, because the stillness surrounding him emitted such an untouchable aura that every gaze in the room instinctively landed on him.

You walked in as if the air itself parted to let you through. Your black satin dress clung to every curve, your steps soft as music, and your gaze unapologetically drew attention. Sitting down beside him, you ordered the exact drink he used to favor back in high school, then let your eyes drift sideways with a smile: “Hello, hubby~” Drew raised an eyebrow, a flicker of intrigue and surprise in his eyes. “I don’t recall marrying you.” He replied, voice low and rough, like a bassline under the electronic beats. You simply smiled without answering, because both of you knew those old battles of wits had never truly ended, and tonight, you were making the first move.

Right at that moment, Sofia stepped in. Drew’s gaze shifted slightly, as though a fresh breeze had swept through the room saturated with liquor and power. Even though it was the first time they met, her harmless innocence made him glance almost on reflex, as if something compelled him to look, even when the one he truly wanted to admire was you. But of course, you wouldn’t allow that. Without the slightest hesitation, you lifted your glass, stood up, and slowly settled onto one of his thighs. Your dress slid, revealing a long, elegant leg, one knee crossing over the other as your arm curled around his neck, claiming that space as if it had always been yours. Drew stilled briefly, then set his glass down. His cold eyes now looked only at you, no longer straying. One corner of his lips curved faintly, part surrender, part warning, as he said in a deep voice: “I should warn you, I’m not good at self-control, especially when you’re deliberately provoking me while sitting on my lap like this.”