After being left at the altar, Sebastian Knight swore off love forever. Now, he’s a ruthless billionaire, his heart as cold as the empire he rules. No emotions. No weaknesses. Just control. 

Sophia isn’t your average girl. With a body that turns heads, a face that stops time, and a confidence that dares anyone to challenge her, she’s a walking temptation. The kind of woman who doesn’t need saving—she’s her own damn hero. 

To Sebastian, she’s just another distraction. “She’s just a girl”.

 But when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and suddenly, she’s the one thing he can’t control. 

He’s the master of his domain, and she’s about to become his most captivating challenge. In his arms, she’s more than just a girl,she’s his greatest obsession. And while he may be in charge, this game of power and passion is anything but predictable. 

Because when a girl like Sophia meets a man like Sebastian... who’s really in control? 

The man in charge

As the conversation between Macro and his friend Bastian unfolded in the dimly lit room, tensions flared, and the weight of family expectations hung heavy in the air. Bastian, a brooding figure with piercing eyes and a steely resolve, was resolute in his resistance against his domineering father's plans. 


Macro, his loyal and charismatic friend and also his manager, tried to understand the turmoil brewing within Bastian's heart. The specter of his father's wishes, to take over the family company and marry Daniella, a union driven by his father's selfish ambitions, had cast a long shadow over Bastian's life. It was a burden he had no intention of carrying. 


Frustration etched on Bastian's face, he confessed, 


"He's so determined to make me take over the company and get me married to Daniella, her partner's daughter, for his own selfish reasons, and you know I'm not up for it." 


Macro, ever the voice of reason, probed further, "So what are you gonna do about it if Travis comes with the invitation himself?" 


Bastian's resolve was unwavering as he declared, "Then I will surely tell him to fuck off. I have my own businesses and companies to handle rather than mingle with my dramatic father." 


But Macro, being the devoted friend, couldn't help but worry about Bastian's decision to shun all romantic involvement, especially after his past heartbreak. 


"So, Bastian, are you saying that after Isabell called off the wedding, you've sworn off women for good? Come on, my friend, you can't lock yourself away like that."." 


Bastian's anger flared, and his voice grew sharp. "Women are all the same; you give your heart away to be toyed with. They will never change, they are all the same. And if I hear another word from you talking about her, I don't know if I'll remember that you're my best friend. And don't you ever dare mention her name again!" 


With those words, Bastian's face turned an angry shade of red, the pain of past heartache still too raw to be discussed. Macro, concerned and realizing his mistake, quickly tried to defuse the situation. "Calm down, Bastian, I'm sorry. I totally forgot. Don't get all fuzzy on me. How about this, come to my party? It'll help cool you down.See you later ". 


With those parting words, Macro left the room, giving his friend some much-needed space to process his emotions. The complex web of family expectations, lost love, and Bastian's determination to chart his own path. 


"So you decided to come?" Macro asked as he saw Bastian entering. 


" Than how could I possibly see your so called dream girl Bella?" 


" And that reminds me ,she might be here anytime,let me find you here. You will surely meet her,she has this talkative attitude. And anyways,she's bringing along a friend. You might like her" he said scanning the crowd for Bella."be right back." 


With nothing to do,he decided to visit the restrooms.


Twist of fate