Chapter 1

I was late-night scrolling through videos of hot guys and dropped a spicy comment, having no clue the man in the video was actually my CEO.

The very next day, my boss took a red-eye flight back from abroad.

He yanked at his tie in visible frustration. Desperate to calm him down, I scrambled over like a loyal lapdog and offered him a replacement.

"I knew that ten-dollar tie was way beneath your status."

He froze.

"Ten dollars?"

I nodded earnestly.

"Yep. Poor kids learn to run a household early. Save where you can, spend where you must."

"Pervert!"

Today was my first day assigned by my parents to work as Damian Rivers’s executive secretary. I never expected that on day one, I’d run straight into a creep.

I had left home in a rush without checking the calendar, and my period decided to show up out of nowhere.

Fumbling with my phone to message my besties for help, I dashed into the office restroom.

I was hunched over the sink, desperately trying to rinse the bloodstains out of my white dress, when a pair of large hands reached out from the side and handed me a paper towel.

"Here."

"Thanks, girl!"

In my panic, I took the towel. But a second later, my brain short-circuited.

Wait. This was the women’s restroom. Why was there a man in here?!

I shrieked at the top of my lungs, screaming for help.

Within seconds, the restroom was swarming with women. Since it was right around clock-in time, everyone had their heavy designer bags on hand.

They beat the creep black and blue until he scrambled out the door.

Once the chaos died down, I finally got my dress clean.

I ordered an emergency delivery on an app, but it would take at least half an hour to arrive, and I only had five minutes before I had to clock in.

Just as panic was setting in, my foot bumped against something on the floor.

A pink pouch containing a pad, stamped with a cute cartoon pig.

I figured one of the girls must have dropped it by accident. I’d borrow it for now and return a fresh one once I found out whose it was.

Later, I searched the entire company, but none of the women owned a pink pouch with a cartoon pig on it.

I had to let it drop for the moment, keeping the pouch safe with me.

I originally wanted to ask Damian, the eldest son of the prestigious Rivers family, to hunt down the pervert. But my coworkers told me he had flown overseas on an emergency trip the very day I joined.

Men truly were unreliable. If I wanted something done, I’d have to handle it myself.

I investigated for days without finding a single lead. The creep was ridiculously lucky—the security cameras had been malfunctioning, and he had slipped out literally seconds before they came back online.

Life at the office soon felt… no different from lounging around in my private estate.

Since Damian had been on a business trip for a whole month, and I was his personal secretary, nobody dared to assign me any work while the boss was away.

My parents had also been living abroad for years. They were so busy they barely ever FaceTimed me, and getting a single text back a day was already a miracle.

Thankfully, I wasn't bored. My favorite pastime was staying up late and dropping out-of-pocket, flirty comments under videos of hot guys shaking their hips.

By day, I was the pampered heiress of a top-tier dynasty; by night, I was an unhinged internet princess scrolling through eye candy.

Lounging across my diamond-tufted king-size bed, I swiped through man after man.

"Approved!"

"Approved!"

"Ooh, approved too!"

After wading through countless flashy, overly manicured guys, my finger suddenly froze on the screen.

The video showed only a man's silhouette from behind. The minimalist background music gave him an aura of untouchable, aristocratic cool.

The comment section was packed with praise: "This is literally the main character from my romance novels."

After a couple seconds of deep contemplation, my nimble fingers danced across the keyboard like lightning.

An entirely unhinged comment popped up under the video:

"It hurts my soul to think that someone else is gonna get to crank your engine one day."

Then I quickly swiped away and moved on to the next guy.

My life motto was simple: as long as you approve new men fast enough, there’s no room for sadness, only love.