He barely slept.By the time the sun rose over the city, he was already awake, standing quietly by the massive window in his room. The sky outside was gray, the streets below slowly filling with life.Everything still felt unreal.The knock on the door came exactly at seven."Sir, we're here to prepare you."Prepare him.The words alone sounded ridiculous.Still, he opened the door.Three people immediately entered the room carrying clothing bags, boxes, and styling equipment. None of them looked surprised to see him there, but their eyes carried curiosity they were trying hard to hide.One woman held up a black suit."Miss Rachel picked this personally."He stared at it for a second.Expensive.Probably more expensive than everything he used to own combined.The next hour felt exhausting.Hair.Measurements.Shoes.Watches.People adjusting tiny details like he was some kind of product instead of a person.By the end of it, even he barely recognized himself.The mirror reflected someone sharper. Cleaner. Richer.Fake.A soft knock interrupted his thoughts.This time, the room instantly went silent.The staff stepped aside without needing to be told.Rachel entered.And for the first time—he truly understood why people feared her.She wore an all-black outfit that matched her cold expression perfectly. Every step she took felt controlled, elegant, powerful. Even the air in the room seemed to shift around her.Her eyes landed on him.Silent.Evaluating."You clean up well," she said calmly.He gave a dry laugh."Glad to know I meet company standards."The stylist beside him almost choked trying not to react.Rachel ignored the comment completely."We're leaving in ten minutes."As she turned toward the door, he spoke again."So where exactly are we going?"Rachel paused slightly."To announce our marriage."The words hit harder than expected.Not because he forgot.But because hearing it out loud made everything feel dangerously real.—The company building looked less like an office and more like a fortress.Luxury black vehicles lined the entrance while reporters crowded behind security barriers, cameras flashing nonstop.The moment Rachel's car appeared, the entire area exploded with noise."She's here!""Miss Rachel!""Over here!"Questions flew endlessly through the air.His chest tightened slightly as he looked outside the window.Rachel noticed immediately."Stay close to me," she said calmly.Before he could respond, the car door opened.The noise became overwhelming instantly.Flashing lights.Shouting reporters.Security moving around them.Rachel stepped out first, perfectly composed beneath the chaos.Then all attention shifted to him.The whispers started immediately."Who is he?""Is that really her husband?""When did she get married?"He could feel hundreds of eyes on him at once.For a second, instinct told him to step back.Then suddenly—Rachel grabbed his hand.Firm.Unexpected.The crowd went wild.More cameras flashed violently around them as reporters shouted louder than before.But Rachel never slowed down.She walked forward confidently, pulling him beside her like this was the most natural thing in the world.And somehow…that small touch unsettled him more than the cameras.Because for the first time since meeting her—Rachel no longer felt completely untouchable.Just before entering the building, a reporter shouted loudly enough to cut through the chaos."Miss Rachel! Was your husband part of your life before you became a CEO?
Rachel paused only for a second