Chapter 1

I stopped by my brother's company to drop off some documents, only to get stopped at the entrance by a woman I didn't recognize.

"I'm here to see Cameron White. I'm his sister," I explained calmly.

She scoffed. "Since when does he have a sister? Are you some kind of gold digger?"

"Let me make this clear—Cameron is MY boyfriend! I've dealt with plenty of shameless women trying to hit on him at the office. Beat it before I call security to drag you out!"

I immediately texted my assistant: Tell Cameron White to get his butt down here ASAP.

What no one realized was that everything in our family—this company included—actually belonged to me, including that idiot brother of mine.

"Quit loitering around," Yasmin Perez snapped, her tone dripping with venom, clearly pegging me as some desperate social climber. "Get lost or I'm calling security."

Several employees had already started stealing glances our way.

I frowned, not about to waste time on this nonsense, and pulled out my phone to call my brother directly.

But all I got was his voicemail saying he was unavailable. Same result when I tried again.

What the hell was that moron doing during work hours?

I put my phone away and squared off with the hostile woman, enunciating each word clearly:

"Let me clarify. My name is Serena White, and I'm Cameron White's sister—the CEO's sister."

"He's not picking up right now. Feel free to check with anyone in the company or look me up in the directory."

I figured that would settle things quickly.

But upon hearing my name, the receptionist didn't bother verifying a thing. Instead, she let out a shrill, mocking laugh.

She laughed so hard she doubled over, drawing even more curious stares from passersby.

Then she suddenly leaned in, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper:

"Still playing pretend? I've seen your face on Cameron's phone!"

"You homewrecker! Sneaking around trying to hit on my man!"

"And now you have the nerve to show up at his company? Don't you have any self-respect?"

I froze for a second, glanced at the name tag on her chest—Yasmin Perez—and just shook my head in disbelief.

So this was Cameron's mysterious girlfriend—the one he'd refused to show me even a picture of.

Turned out she was just some petty, catty woman.

How could he have such terrible taste?

I realized then this whole confrontation wasn't an accident—it was intentional harassment.

Before I could respond, she'd already lost her patience entirely.

"Since this woman won't leave and is disrupting our workplace, I won't be held responsible for what happens next!"

She waved her hand, and two burly security guards standing nearby immediately stepped forward.

One clamped a hand over my mouth while the other roughly twisted my arms behind my back.

I struggled violently, but the strength difference was too great—my resistance was useless.

They ignored my angry glare and the shocked looks from employees as they dragged me away from the lobby toward a back storage room.

I was thrown roughly into a dusty corner cluttered with boxes, the air thick with stale, suffocating air.

The door slammed shut, cutting off all light and sound from outside.