I love Logan Pierce. Love him so much that I would give up everything for him. And he loves me too—deeply. At least, that’s what I used to believe. But he doesn’t trust it. Because I’m Olivia Taylor, the country’s most renowned hypnotist. I’ve stood by Logan’s side, using my expertise to eliminate his enemies, crush his competitors, and make him unstoppable. And because of that, he doubts me. He questions if his love for me is real—or if I’ve planted it in his mind. He trusts me in business, relies on me to win his wars— But in love? He’s always watching. Always wary. And I understand. ******** Once, in the dead of night, he lay beside me, his fingers tracing my cheek in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. His voice was low, husky. “Olivia Taylor, promise me…Promise me you will never lie to me.” I smiled, my voice a sultry whisper. “I promise. I won’t deceive you. I won’t hypnotize you.” The moment the words left my lips, I felt it—the tension breaking. Something in him snapped. His restraint. His caution. His need. That night, he was insatiable. He kissed me like he was afraid to lose me, like he needed to proof I belonged to him. And I let him. Because I’m an Aries woman—bold, stubborn, and unyielding. I keep my promises. I never deceived him. Never hypnotized him. Until the day I found out about her. His New Secretary. She was always there. A shadow in the background. Lily Grant. His new secretary. Everywhere he went, she followed—always hovering close, always careful to avoid me. One night, while sipping a glass of wine at a dinner party, I overheard a whisper. “That’s Logan Pierce’s new assistant. He seems… very smitten by her.” I smiled. A sharp, cold smile. I had sworn not to hypnotize him. But I never said I wouldn’t hypnotize her. A single sentence—one of my own self-created hypnosis induction phrases— And Lily’s mind was mine to command. She sat across from me, staring blankly, lost in the deep trance I had placed her in. From the outside, we appeared to be having a casual conversation. But only I knew she was far, far away. My voice was gentle, soothing. “What did you and Lu discuss last night? In the VIP room at the bar?” I held my breath. Dreading. Anticipating. Her lips parted. And with a single truthful whisper, my world shattered. “A woman like Olivia isn’t suitable to be a wife.” “Who knows if my love for her is even real? What if… it’s just a scheme she designed?” My heart stopped. I thought he understood me. I thought—even if he had doubts—he truly loved me. I thought he was planning to propose. I thought we had a future. I was wrong. ****** I first met Logan three years ago. I was from Oakland county. He brought me to Dream City for one reason—To help his mother recover her memories. She had once saved his life. An assassination attempt—one meant for him—had left her wounded. She had survived, but the trauma had stolen her memories. And so, Logan sought me out—Olivia Taylor. The hypnotist who charged 500,000 yuan an hour. When he arrived at my door, he stood tall, elegant and refined. Like a sculpture carved from ice. His voice was cold, his words cutting. “I’ll pay triple your rate. Just bring my mother’s memories back.” I studied him. This powerful, dangerous man. I knew the moment he stepped into my office— He was meant to be mine. But Logan didn’t believe in hypnosis. Didn’t trust it. He watched me with sharp, wary eyes. But from the moment his mother sat across from me, it was already over. The hypnosis had begun. One hour later, it was done. His mother’s first words were of concern for her son. Proof that her memories had returned. I handed Logan my receipt. “500,000 yuan. Please settle the account.” He took it, passing it to his assistant. Then, for the first time, his eyes—cold as steel—shifted. Warming. Filling with interest. Admiration. Something darker. He leaned forward, planting his hands on my desk. His next words would change my life. “How much will it cost… to work for me?” _________