It was the kind of day that couldn't get worse. Or so I thought.
I had been in the restroom for what felt like an eternity, staring at the betrayal on my skirt. Of all the days to be caught unprepared, it had to be today, my first week at Wolfe Industries, the internship I had worked so hard to land.
I rummaged through my bag again, praying for a miracle. Nothing.
The restroom door creaked open, and I froze. Footsteps echoed against the tiles, growing louder. I wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor, but instead, I found myself face-to-face with him.
Kelvin Wolfe.
He stopped short, his sharp gray eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, mortification clawing at my throat.
Are you… Okay? He asked, his voice surprisingly soft.
I wanted to snap at him, to tell him to mind his own business, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I blurted out the truth. I need… supplies.
For a moment, he just stared at me, and I braced myself for the smirk, the teasing remark. But it never came.
Wait here, he said, his tone brisk but not unkind.
Minutes later, he returned, a small bag in hand. He handed it to me without a word, his gaze steady but unreadable.
Thank you, I mumbled, clutching the bag like a lifeline.
He nodded, his lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile. Next time, don't be afraid to ask for help.
And just like that, he was gone, leaving me with a racing heart and a question I couldn't shake: Who was the real Kelvin Wolfe?
The Wolfe mansion was always quiet. Too quiet.
Kelvin Wolfe grew up surrounded by wealth, gleaming marble floors, chandeliers that sparkled like stars, and rooms so vast they swallowed sound. But beneath the opulence lay a suffocating emptiness.
His father was a titan of industry, a man who demanded perfection and allowed no weakness. Kelvin learned early that love was conditional, measured in achievements and obedience. His mother, delicate and distant, was a ghost in her own home, her presence fleeting and her affection even more so.
The first time Kelvin understood betrayal, he was eight years old. He had spent weeks crafting a model airplane, pouring every ounce of his young determination into the project. When he proudly presented it to his father, expecting praise, the man barely glanced at it before dismissing it as childish nonsense.
That was the moment Kelvin realized he would never be enough.
As he grew older, the walls of the mansion became his prison. He learned to mask his pain with charm, to hide his insecurities behind a smirk. By the time he was a teenager, he had perfected the art of pretending to be the golden boy while secretly drowning in loneliness.
But the scars ran deeper than he let anyone see.
Now, as the CEO of Wolfe Industries, Kelvin had everything he thought he wanted: power, wealth, and control. Yet the emptiness remained, a shadow he couldn't escape.
And then there was Anna Banner. A new intern at the office
She stirred something in him.