

"Why does your son look so much like me?" Upon hearing this question, Holly Shaw fell silent. Five years ago, her parents divorced, and her callous father expelled her from their home. In order to pay for her mother's medical treatment, she agreed to substitute for another girl's companionship that night. Now, five years later, she returns with two adorable children, determined to reclaim what is rightfully hers. Little does she expect to once again encounter the man from that fateful night—Allen Carter.

This is a modern, pure love short drama disguised as a 'rich family contract' story, featuring 'crazy, overbearing CEO forced love' and 'straight guy getting bent/self-realization,' ultimately landing on 'mutual salvation.' To inherit a hundred-billion-dollar trust, homophobic swim team captain Ever is forced to 'live closely together' in a monitored mansion with his gloomy, crazy stepbrother, tycoon Kader. Facing Ever's physical rejection, Kader relentlessly closes in, showing his pathological possessiveness. As family infighting and millions in dark web bounties come one after another, Kader transforms into a fierce protector for him. Amid extreme pushing and protecting, Ever's anti-gay defenses completely crumble. From 'feeling disgusted' to actively asking for kisses, the straight guy's self-seduction turns real. What starts as a dangerous contract game ends up as a mutual redemption soaked in ultimate sweet indulgence!

A week before Easter, Adrian gave me seven days off and had a ticket to Stockholm slipped into my bag. I thought he was finally learning how to care. Then I heard him talking to our son on the staircase. “Dad, are you really going to marry Aunt Bianca? What about Mom?” Noah was holding his model car, trying to sound brave. Adrian was quiet for a moment. “It’s only a legal marriage. Matteo is gone. Bianca and Sophia are exposed, and I can’t leave them that way. They need the DeLuca name for protection.” “Does Mom know?” “She can’t know.” His voice softened. “Keep this from her, Noah. On your birthday, I’ll buy you that Aston Martin model you want.” So the ticket was never a gift. It was a way to move me out of the picture. If he could put his family name on another woman, even for show, then I could take back the pride and ambition I had buried in this marriage. This time, when I left for the north, I would not come back.