Genre: Romance • Action • Drama
Main Characters:
Ion Meave — A cold, powerful billionaire with a dark past.
Chania Shim — A strong, independent woman who accidentally steps into Ion’s dangerous world.
Ailyn — Ion’s obsessive ex-girlfriend who will do anything to destroy Chania.
🌙 Prologue: Dangerous Encounter
Chania: (breathing heavily) I didn’t mean to see anything… I swear!
Ion: (grabs her wrist) You were at the wrong place, wrong time, Miss Shim.
Chania: Please, I’ll forget everything. I won’t tell a soul!
Ion: You think forgetting is that easy? (eyes darken) You’ve seen me.
Chania: What are you going to do?
Ion: (leans close, voice cold) Keep you… safe. Whether you like it or not.
Ailyn: (watching from afar, smirks) So, Ion found a new toy. Let’s see how long she survives.
CHAPTER 1: The Cold Billionaire
Chania: (on the phone) Mom! I got it! I got the job!
Mom: (excited) Oh, sweetheart, that’s amazing! What company again?
Chania: Meave Enterprises. The biggest tech and real estate empire in the city.
Mom: (worried) Isn’t that the company owned by Ion Meave? That cold billionaire everyone talks about?
Chania: (laughs nervously) Yeah… him. But Mom, it’s a good job. Assistant to the CEO. Can you imagine?
Mom: Just be careful, dear. People like him… they don’t get rich by being kind.
Chania: I know. But this is my chance. We need this, Mom.
Mom: (soft sigh) I trust you, Chania. Just remember—stay true to yourself.
Chania: Always. I’ll call you after my first day, okay?
Mom: Okay, love. And good luck.
Chania ended the call, clutching her small bag tightly as she looked up at the towering glass skyscraper before her.
Meave Enterprises. The name glimmered in silver letters, proud and unshakable.
Her heart pounded. She’d read so much about Ion Meave — a self-made billionaire, rumored to be colder than the Arctic. Women called him “the Ice King.” Men called him ruthless. But Chania didn’t care about gossip. She needed this job.
As she stepped inside the marble lobby, her reflection shimmered on the polished floor. Everyone she passed wore crisp suits and moved like they were in a rush to please someone invisible.
Receptionist: (smiling politely) Good morning. You must be Chania Shim.
Chania: (nervous smile) Yes, I’m here for the assistant position.
Receptionist: (taps keyboard) Mr. Meave will see you now.
Chania: (blinks) Wait, the CEO? Already?
Receptionist: (nods) He prefers to meet his assistants personally. Good luck.
Her palms grew damp. Meeting the CEO on the first day? That wasn’t normal. She straightened her blazer, inhaled deeply, and entered the elevator.
As the doors slid shut, she caught her reflection again—wide brown eyes, trembling lips, and hair that refused to behave.
Chania: (to herself) You’ve got this. Just… don’t stutter.
The elevator dinged. She stepped out onto the top floor—quiet, cold, and minimalist. The walls were glass, the air smelled faintly of expensive cologne, and the silence felt heavy.
She knocked on the enormous black door.
Ion: (from inside, voice deep and controlled) Enter.
Her heart skipped. She pushed the door open.
He stood by the window, back turned to her. His tall frame, dressed in an immaculate black suit, radiated power and danger.
Ion: You’re late.
Chania: (panics) I—uh, I’m sorry, sir. The elevator—
Ion: Excuses waste my time. Sit.
His voice was ice, smooth but freezing. She obeyed instantly, sitting across his enormous desk. Her knees trembled under the glass surface.
Ion: (glances at her file without looking up) Chania Shim. Twenty-four. No corporate background. No connections. What makes you think you can work for me?
Chania: (swallows hard) I… I work hard. I learn fast. I don’t give up.
Ion: (finally looks up, eyes cold blue) Everyone says that. Most quit after a week.
Chania: Then I’ll be different.
For a moment, he said nothing. Just stared, his gaze sharp enough to cut.
Ion: (leans back) We’ll see.
Chania: (forces a smile) Thank you, sir. I won’t disappoint you.
Ion: I hope not. Disappointment isn’t something I tolerate well.
(He stood, walking past her, his presence overwhelming.)
Ion: Starting today, you’ll organize my meetings, handle confidential files, and screen every call. You’ll have no personal time during work hours. Understand?
Chania: Yes, sir.
Ion: You’ll also accompany me to events when needed. I expect you to adapt.
Chania: Of course.
Ion: One more thing… (turns sharply) Never, under any circumstance, enter my private office without permission.
Chania: (nods quickly) I understand.
He stared at her again, longer this time, eyes flickering as if reading something beyond her words.
Ion: You’re either brave or foolish, Miss Shim.
Chania: (nervous laugh) Maybe both.
A faint curve touched his lips—a ghost of a smile—but it vanished in seconds.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Ailyn: (sweet voice, dripping venom) Ion, darling, there you are!
Chania turned, startled. A woman stepped in, breathtakingly beautiful—long legs, red dress, perfect lips curled in confidence.
Ailyn: (eyes narrowing at Chania) Oh? You hired someone new.
Ion: (flatly) Ailyn, this isn’t a good time.
Ailyn: It’s always a good time when it’s about you, baby. (walks closer, ignoring Chania completely)
Ion: (coldly) We’re done talking, Ailyn. Leave.
Ailyn: (smirks) Still pretending you don’t miss me? (touches his arm) You’ll get tired of your toys eventually. You always do.
Chania froze, unsure what to do.
Ion: (steps back) Don’t touch me.
Ailyn: (mock gasp) Oh, come on. Don’t tell me this little assistant made you forget me already?
Chania: (quietly) I’m just doing my job, ma’am.
Ailyn: (turns sharply) Did I ask you to speak?
Ion: (voice low) Ailyn. Out. Now.
Ailyn: (smiles darkly) Fine. But don’t forget, Ion — I always come back.
(She walks out, her heels clicking like a warning shot.)
Silence filled the room.
Chania: (softly) I’m sorry if I—
Ion: Don’t apologize. Just… stay away from her.
Chania: (nods) Understood.
He ran a hand through his hair, sighing quietly — the first human thing she’d seen him do.
Chania: (hesitant) She’s your ex… right?
Ion: (eyes hardening again) Not your concern.
Chania: (shrinks a little) Yes, sir.
Ion: (coldly) Good. Remember your place, Miss Shim.
Chania: Of course.
But as she stood to leave, she caught his reflection in the glass window. For a second, his cold mask slipped — and she saw something else in his eyes. Loneliness. Pain.
Chania: (quietly) Mr. Meave…
Ion: (without turning) Dismissed.
She nodded and left, her heart pounding.
Outside his office, she exhaled shakily, pressing her hand to her chest.
Chania (thoughts): What did I just walk into?
But she didn’t know — that one meeting had already changed her fate.
That evening, she sat at a café near the office, sipping her coffee while looking over her new work tablet.
A shadow fell across her table.
Voice: You must be the new girl.
She looked up. It was Rico, one of the security heads at Meave Enterprises, tall and friendly, with a teasing grin.
Chania: Oh—hi. Yeah, I’m Chania. Assistant to Mr. Meave.
Rico: (whistles) Brave woman. No one lasts long in that role.
Chania: (half laughs) That’s what everyone keeps saying. Why though?
Rico: (leans closer) Because the boss isn’t just cold. He’s dangerous.
Chania: Dangerous?
Rico: You didn’t hear it from me… but his ex, Ailyn? Her family runs one of the biggest weapon syndicates in Europe. Their breakup wasn’t clean. People disappeared after that.
Chania: (frowns) You’re kidding, right?
Rico: (shrugs) Maybe. Maybe not. Just… watch your back.
He walked away, leaving her frozen.
Chania: (murmurs) What have I gotten myself into…?
Her phone buzzed. Unknown number.
Text: Your life will never be the same now that you work for him.
She gasped, glancing around the café, but no one was there.
Her heart pounded as she looked out the window. Across the street, under a streetlight… stood Ailyn, smirking, phone in hand.
End of Chapter 1
