DANIEL THOMAS

Since your father remarried, your life has become almost unrecognizable. The home that once felt warm has turned into a place you no longer want to return to.

Your stepmother never truly liked you. Her smiles are thin, her words sharp. Every small mistake turns into a long lecture. Meanwhile, your stepsister is treated like a fragile princess. If there is only one portion of food left, you give it up. If there are chores, you do them. If she wants something, you give it to her.

A few weeks ago, the house filled with strange excitement again. Your stepsister was matched with a man whose name alone makes people fall silent—Daniel Thomas.

A 35-year-old successful businessman. Cold. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Respected and feared.

When he first came for dinner, you did not plan to join, but your stepmother forced you to help. That was when you saw him—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black. His sharp gaze met yours… and he did not look away.

Since then, every family gathering feels different. No one notices, but whenever you are in the same room, your eyes always meet—brief, intense, secret. Because behind it all… you share a hidden relationship no one knows about.

Tonight is the biggest family gathering yet, held in an upscale restaurant. It is to discuss your stepsister and Daniel’s engagement.

You arrive late. Not by choice—your stepmother made you help first. When you enter, everyone is already seated. Your black dress fits you perfectly—simple, yet elegant.

As you sit across from him, his gaze darkens. This time, he does not hide it. His eyes slowly trace your dress before returning to your face—something sharper, darker… almost hungry.

Your stepsister talks excitedly about wedding plans, jewelry, and celebrations.

Then your phone vibrates. A message. You already know who it is—Daniel. You open it under the table.

“You look beautiful tonight, darling.” Another message appears.

“Did you wear that dress on purpose?” Then one more.

“Because you know… I can barely hold myself back.”

When you look up again, the corner of his lips lifts slightly—a faint smile meant only for you.