EPISODE 1
Mara was standing by the side of the road, squinting into the tinted window of a sleek black car.
Her reflection stared back at her—blurry, tired.
She was applying a cheap lipstick and tapping at her face with a cracked compact, trying to look presentable before catching the bus home.
She had just finished her shift cleaning offices downtown.
It was only a part-time job, barely enough to survive on, but she managed.
She didn’t care whose car it was.
To her, it was just a mirror.
What she didn’t know was that someone was inside.
Liam sat silently in the back seat, watching her with curious eyes.
A billionaire known for his ruthless business deals and cold demeanor, he was not someone easily impressed.
But there was something about this girl.
The way she pursed her lips at the reflection, the firm strokes of her lipstick, the innocence in her gaze.
She had no idea someone was watching her…
and that someone was him.
As Mara adjusted her scarf and started to walk away, she noticed a strange movement in the glass.
Her heart stopped.
She leaned in… and froze.
There was a man inside, looking straight at her.
“Oh my God…” she whispered, stepping back in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!”
She quickly turned to leave, mortified.
But then a deep, calm voice spoke behind her:
“Hey, you. What’s your name?”
Mara stopped.
No rich man had ever spoken to her like that—without mockery or pity.
She clutched her worn-out bag tightly, unsure what to do.
“…Mara,” she replied, almost in a whisper.
Liam stepped out of the car. Tall, imposing.
He looked at her like she was a puzzle to be solved.
“Do you always use other people’s cars as mirrors?” he asked with a slight smile.
Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin firmly.
“Only when I can’t afford a real one.”
That confidence… raw, unexpected.
It made Liam smile for the first time in days.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out an elegant business card, handing it to her.
“You’re brave. I like that.
Come work for me.”
Mara stared at the card, stunned.
Was this a joke?
“W-Work? As what?”
“My personal assistant.”
She looked at him, speechless.
Was he serious?
What would a billionaire want with a girl who scrubbed floors to get by?
But Liam was already leaning against his car, as if he had all the time in the world.
That night, Mara didn’t sleep.
The card lay on her small table, almost glowing.
Her entire world had shifted with one single sentence.
The next morning, she dialed the number.
Liam’s assistant answered immediately:
“Mr. Liam asked me to wait for your call. Can you come to the office today?”
Her heart pounded.
She walked to Liam’s company—glass towers, employees in flawless suits, luxury at every corner.
And there she was, wearing her only clean dress, with shoes that had seen better days.
When she entered his office, Liam didn’t seem surprised.
“I want you to be my personal assistant,” he repeated calmly.
“I—I have no education or experience,” she stammered.
“I’m not hiring a diploma,” he said, leaning forward.
“I’m hiring honesty. Loyalty. Courage.
Qualities you showed without even trying.”
Mara swallowed hard.
“Unless…” —Liam added with a teasing smile— “you’d rather keep doing your makeup in strangers’ car windows forever?”
Her lips parted, but she said nothing.
She only knew one thing:
Her life was about to change.
And it all began…
with a bit of lipstick and the wrong window.
EPISODE 2: SHE ENTERED HIS WORLD… BUT DIDN’T BELONG TO IT
Mara was in the elevator, her heart pounding as she rode up the towering offices of Liam’s company.
She clutched the strap of her faded bag with both hands, as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.
She still couldn’t believe she was there. That she had called. That she had said yes.
Why would a billionaire want her to be his personal assistant?
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding.
A perfectly dressed receptionist greeted her with a rehearsed smile and led her to the most beautiful office Mara had ever seen—floor-to-ceiling windows, gold accents, and a chandelier fit for a palace.
And there he was.
Liam.
Calm. Unreadable. Powerful.
The man who had changed her life with a single sentence.
“You came,” he said simply.
Mara nodded, unsure if it was courage or madness that had brought her there.
“I wasn’t sure I should,” she admitted.
“You still think this is a joke, don’t you?” Liam leaned back in his chair, watching her closely.
“I don’t belong here,” she said honestly, glancing at her worn-out shoes.
Liam smirked.
“Let me decide that.”
He stood and walked over, handing her a sleek company tablet and a small folder.
“This is what I need from you: my schedule, my calls, my meetings. Keep me organized. Keep people out of my space. Think you can handle that?”
Mara opened the folder and blinked.
The salary alone was more than she earned in an entire year cleaning.
“I’ll… try,” she whispered.
Liam’s gaze softened for a moment.
“I don’t want you to try. I want you to own it.”
The days that followed were a whirlwind.
Mara arrived early, stayed late, and soaked up everything like a sponge.
The other employees whispered behind her back:
“She doesn’t even have a degree.”
“Did she sleep with him to get the job?”
“She won’t last a week.”
She heard them.
She just didn’t let it break her.
But the hardest part…
Was working so close to Liam.
He was distant, sharp… and far too attractive for her peace of mind.
Sometimes, she caught herself staring at him—and he would smile like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
He never flirted. Never crossed a line.
But there was something in his eyes that left her breathless.
One evening, after nearly everyone had gone, Liam called her into his office.
“You’ve done a good job,” he said without looking up from his laptop. “Better than I expected.”
Mara swallowed.
“Thank you.”
Then he looked straight at her.
“Do you still think you don’t belong here?”
She hesitated.
“Sometimes.”
Liam stood and approached her, stopping just a breath away.
“Let them talk. Let them doubt. But you—never doubt yourself.”
Mara’s heart was pounding.
Was this still just a job… or was it becoming something more?
That night, as she left the office, something new began to bloom inside her.
It wasn’t about lipstick and a car mirror anymore.
She was stepping into a new life—
and she wasn’t sure her heart would survive it.
EPISODE 3: HE GIFTED HER A DRESS… AND AN UNEXPECTED INVITATION
Two weeks after starting her new job, Mara was still adjusting to her new role—and to the stares that followed her everywhere.
Some were curious. Others, cruel.
She had gone from cleaning offices…
to walking through them with a nameplate that read:
“Executive Assistant to Mr. Liam Hart.”
But not everyone was happy about that.
“Don’t get too comfortable, darling,” said a sharp voice one afternoon as Mara stepped out of the break room.
Mara turned to see Vanessa—Liam’s former assistant, now reassigned.
Beautiful. Polished. And clearly resentful.
“You’re just a charity case,” Vanessa spat. “He’ll get tired of you soon enough.”
Mara forced a smile.
“If that happens, at least I’ll walk away with my head held high.”
She walked off, heart pounding.
She didn’t want drama. She just wanted to do her job.
But that same afternoon, when she returned to her desk, she found a white box with a golden ribbon on her chair.
She blinked.
“What is this?”
Before she could open it, Liam walked in.
“It’s for you,” he said casually, as if giving expensive gifts was an everyday thing. “There’s a company gala tomorrow night. You’re coming with me.”
Mara’s eyes widened.
“Me? Why?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Because you’re my assistant. And I trust you.”
She looked at the box again, uncertain.
“But I don’t belong at those kinds of galas, Liam. I’ve never been to one.”
“Then it’s time you experienced one.”
That night, standing in front of her mirror, Mara barely recognized herself.
The dress was emerald green, hugging her figure perfectly.
Elegant. Sophisticated… and completely out of her comfort zone.
Her hair was pulled into soft curls, makeup subtle but flawless.
She looked like someone who did belong in his world.
At the gala, camera flashes lit up the entrance.
Liam offered her his arm as soon as she stepped out of the car.
“You look incredible,” he said, his gaze trailing gently over her.
Mara blushed.
“So do you.”
As they entered the ballroom, every head turned toward them.
The whispers spread like wildfire:
—“Who is she?”
—“The new assistant?”
—“She doesn’t look like an assistant…”
Mara kept her head high, even though inside… she was shaking.
Liam leaned in and whispered:
“Ignore them. You’re with me.”
For the first time, that didn’t sound like just a job title.
It sounded like something more.
But just as she began to relax, someone approached.
A tall woman in a crimson dress, all elegance and sharp smiles.
“Liam,” she said sweetly, laced with venom. “I see your taste in company has improved.”
Liam smiled without warmth.
“Hello, Cassandra.”
His ex.
Mara suddenly felt the air leave her lungs.
“And who is she?” Cassandra asked, feigning ignorance.
“She’s my assistant,” Liam said firmly, placing a hand on the small of Mara’s back.
Cassandra’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
“Hmm. She looks more like a project than a partner.”
Before Mara could respond, Liam spoke coldly:
“Careful, Cassandra. I don’t waste time on empty conversations anymore.”
He turned, leading Mara toward the dance floor.
When their hands met, her heart pounded wildly.
As they moved with the music, she looked up at him.
“Why did you really bring me here?”
Liam’s eyes locked onto hers. Intense. Unreadable.
“Because I wanted to show them… and show you…
that you belong.”
Mara’s breath caught.
But from the shadows near the bar, Vanessa watched them, eyes burning with jealousy.
She wasn’t going to let a girl like Mara rise so easily.
Not without a fight.
EPISODE 4: SHE HEARD SOMETHING SHE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HEAR
The gala ended amid camera flashes, the clinking of glasses, and stolen glances.
Mara sat silently in the backseat of Liam’s car as they drove through the brightly lit city.
Her fingers nervously played with the folds of her dress, still overwhelmed by everything: the compliments, the stares, Cassandra’s venom, and most of all… Liam.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off her the entire night.
And yet, Mara couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming.
When the car finally stopped in front of her modest apartment building, Liam surprised her once again.
—“Tomorrow I’ll have someone pick you up,” he said.
Mara gently shook her head.
—“I can take the bus. I’ve done it all my life.”
Liam leaned in slightly, his voice low.
—“Not anymore.”
She gave him a small smile before getting out of the car. But as she climbed the stairs, something inside her whispered:
“This is too good to last.”
The next morning at the office, everything felt… different.
The receptionist avoided making eye contact.
Some coworkers gave her cold looks.
And Vanessa?
She smiled. But it was one of those smiles that gave Mara goosebumps.
Something had changed.
Later that afternoon, Mara stayed after hours to organize Liam’s meeting files.
She was on her way to the boardroom when she heard voices—Liam’s… and Vanessa’s.
She stopped just outside the slightly open door.
—“She’s not like the others,” Liam said.
Vanessa let out a bitter laugh.
—“Exactly. She’s not. And you think that’s a good thing?”
Silence. Then Liam spoke again, more seriously.
—“She reminds me of someone I lost.”
Mara’s breath caught in her throat.
—“You’re just trying to fix your past, Liam,” Vanessa snapped. “She’s your assistant. Not your savior.”
Mara quickly stepped back, heart pounding, before they could see her.
Someone he lost?
What did that mean?
Was she just a replacement for someone else?
Back at her desk, she couldn’t focus.
Her chest ached. Her thoughts spiraled.
Maybe Cassandra and Vanessa were right.
Maybe she was just a temporary project.
Someone Liam was trying to shape to fill a void.
But… why did it hurt so much to think that?
The next day, Mara tried to act normal.
Professional.
Distant.
But Liam noticed.
—“You’re quieter than usual,” he said during a break between meetings.
—“Just tired,” she replied quickly.
He tilted his head, watching her.
—“Did someone say something to you?”
She looked away.
—“It’s nothing.”
But Liam didn’t look convinced.
That afternoon, he sent her home early.
And just when she thought the day was over, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number:
“You don’t know the truth about Liam. Meet me tonight. 9 PM. Discreetly.”
No name.
No explanation.
Her hands trembled as she read it over and over again.
What truth?
She didn’t want to believe it, but a voice inside whispered:
What if they’re right? What if Liam is hiding something?
At 9PM, Mara found herself walking toward the small café mentioned in the message.
Dimly lit.
Almost empty.
And in the corner booth… sat Cassandra, wearing a chilling smile.
—“You came,” she said, taking a sip of wine.
—“What do you want from me?” Mara asked, her voice firm despite the fear.
Cassandra leaned closer, her eyes gleaming.
—“To tell you who Liam Hart really is.
And why girls like you… never last long by his side.”
Mara’s world shook.
Everything was about to change.
EPISODE 5: A DATE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING… AND A SHADOW WATCHING IN SECRET
The morning after the gala, Mara arrived at the office with her heart still racing.
Not from the glamour or the whispers still echoing through the halls—
But because of the way Liam had looked at her…
As if the entire ballroom had disappeared, and only she remained.
She was trying to focus on her work when she received a message:
LIAM:
“Dinner tonight. Just you and me. 8PM. I’ll send the address.”
Mara read the message three times. Then checked the clock. Then read it again.
A date?
It didn’t say “meeting.”
It didn’t say “event.”
Just: “you and me.”
She spent the day caught between anxiety, excitement… and fear.
When the time came, she wore the best thing she had:
a navy blue dress she’d bought years ago on sale.
Simple, but elegant.
She applied her makeup carefully, tied up her hair, and took a taxi to the address.
It was a small restaurant, tucked away on a tree-lined street.
Not the kind of place billionaires usually go—
Intimate, cozy, with warm lighting and soft music.
Liam was already there.
Dressed simply, no tie, sleeves rolled up, and a smile that took her breath away.
—“You came,” he said, standing up.
—“I thought this was a trap,” Mara joked, though her heart was pounding.
—“It is,” he replied, a spark in his eyes.
“For me.”
Dinner was… perfect.
They talked like never before.
Not about work, but about dreams, fears, childhood.
Mara told him about her late father, how she used to sell candy at school to help at home, and about the nights she cried in silence, feeling like she didn’t belong anywhere.
Liam listened like every word was a secret he wanted to keep safe.
—“And you?” she asked.
—“Have you always been this… cold?”
He smiled wistfully.
—“No. But life taught me to hide what I feel. Until you came along.”
Mara looked at him, unsure what to say.
And then, as if the moment asked for it, Liam leaned in gently… and brushed her cheek with a kiss.
A kiss. Soft. Fleeting.
But it left a burning mark on both their souls.
—“Thank you for coming,” he whispered.
—“Thank you for inviting me,” she replied, her voice trembling.
He drove her home.
Didn’t try to kiss her again.
Just opened the door, helped her out, and before she went inside, he said:
—“Mara… this is real. I just wanted you to know.”
She nodded.
She was scared.
But she also had hope.
What they didn’t know… was that from a parked car just a few meters away…
Vanessa was watching.
Her eyes burning with hatred.
A phone in her hand.
Recording.
The next day, that video would be edited, clipped, and leaked—
with a single purpose:
To destroy Mara from the inside.
And that would only be the beginning.
EPISODE 6: SHE WAS FRAMED… AND HE TURNED COLD
Three days.
That’s how long Mara stayed away from Liam.
She didn’t answer his texts. Didn’t take his calls.
She told herself she needed clarity—
But the truth… was fear.
Fear of what she was starting to feel.
Fear Cassandra might be right.
Fear that falling for Liam Hart would leave her broken.
But when she returned to the office on the fourth day, everything had changed.
Her access card didn’t work.
The receptionist wouldn’t look her in the eye.
And when she finally made it to Liam’s floor, he wasn’t in his office.
There was security.
—“Mara Evans?” said a firm voice behind her.
She turned slowly. Two men in suits were with another man wearing a navy jacket and a company ID.
—“Please come with us.”
—“What’s going on?” she asked, confused and scared.
—“You’re being accused of leaking confidential information to a rival company.”
Mara’s blood froze.
—“What? That’s insane! I would never—”
—“We have digital evidence from your device. Emails, downloaded files.”
Mara’s legs went weak.
—“No… no… Someone’s setting me up!”
But they didn’t listen.
They escorted her out of the office under everyone’s gaze.
The whispers followed her like shadows.
Her humiliation was complete.
That same night, she showed up at Liam’s private residence.
She had to see him.
He would believe her.
He had to.
The guards let her in, silently.
Liam was in the living room, drinking whiskey, eyes dark.
—“Liam, you have to believe me. I didn’t leak anything. I don’t even know how to access those files—”
He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
—“Someone used your ID, your login, your device,” he said coldly.
“Everything points to you.”
—“You think I’d betray you after everything?” her voice cracked.
Liam stood, walking toward her with an unreadable expression.
—“I gave you a chance. I trusted you.”
—“And I didn’t betray that trust!” she shouted.
“Someone’s framing me! Probably Vanessa! You know she wants my job…”
Liam looked away, jaw tight.
Then he said something that shattered her:
—“You should go.”
—“Liam…”
—“I’ll investigate. But until then, you’re suspended. Without pay.”
It felt like falling off a cliff.
He wasn’t just her boss.
He was the man who had made her believe again.
And now, he treated her like a stranger.
Back in her tiny apartment, Mara sat at the edge of her bed, staring at the ceiling.
It all felt like a nightmare.
And then… a message appeared on her phone:
UNKNOWN:
“I warned you. Girls like you never last in his world.”
It was Cassandra.
Mara’s hands trembled.
But she wasn’t going to cry anymore.
She was going to fight.
EPISODE 7: SHE DISCOVERED THE TRUTH… AND SOMEONE DIDN’T WANT HER TO
Mara didn’t sleep.
Not for a single second.
The betrayal hurt.
But the disappointment… that hurt more.
Liam.
The only man who seemed to see her beyond the cheap makeup and worn-out shoes.
He cast her aside the moment things got difficult.
But she wouldn’t break.
She was going to prove her innocence.
The next morning, she went to the only person she trusted in the company: Daniel.
He worked in IT—quiet, awkward… but kind.
When he opened the door to his apartment, he was surprised.
—“Mara? Are you okay?”
—“No,” she replied. “But I need your help.”
She explained everything: the fake emails, the files she never touched, the sudden suspension.
Daniel listened with a furrowed brow.
—“I can check the logs. If someone used your account, there will be a trace.”
—“Please,” she begged. “You might be the only one who believes me.”
Two days later, Daniel called her:
—“I found something.”
They met at a quiet café. Daniel pulled out a USB and slid it across the table.
—“Someone accessed your account from a different IP address. It wasn’t your location. It was from the executive floor.”
Mara held her breath.
—“Vanessa?”
Daniel nodded.
—“And she copied the files to a private server. Then deleted the logs. But I recovered fragments.”
Mara grabbed the USB as if it were solid gold.
—“You’re a genius.”
Blushing, Daniel muttered:
—“I’m just careful.”
—“This could clear my name,” Mara said, her heart racing.
Daniel looked at her with concern.
—“Be careful. People like Vanessa… they don’t just play dirty. They destroy.”
—“Let them try,” Mara replied.
That night, she sent Liam all the evidence.
No explanations. No calls.
She didn’t need them.
In his office, Liam was still awake.
The glass untouched.
His mind in turmoil.
He hadn’t stopped thinking about Mara.
Her trembling voice. The pain in her eyes.
He told himself it was for the good of the company.
But he knew he should’ve listened to her.
When he saw the email, he froze.
There it was.
The truth.
Vanessa.
It had been her all along.
Remorse hit him like a punch.
He had hurt the only person who had been real with him from the beginning.
What if it was already too late?
The next morning, someone knocked hard on Mara’s door.
When she opened… there stood Liam.
Disheveled. Unshaven.
Holding a bouquet of white lilies.
Her favorites.
—“Mara,” he said, voice hoarse. “I made a mistake.”
She didn’t move. Didn’t smile.
—“You didn’t even ask for my side.”
—“I know.”
—“You chose to believe them instead.”
—“I know,” he whispered. “And I hate myself for it.”
He offered the flowers. She didn’t take them.
—“I don’t need flowers,” she said. “I need to know I’m not just another broken thing you’re trying to fix.”
Liam looked at her… really looked.
—“You’re not broken.
You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.
And I didn’t come to fix you… I came to fight for you.”
Mara’s walls trembled.
But her heart… was still on guard.
—“This doesn’t change anything… unless you clean up your company. Vanessa still works there.”
—“Not anymore,” said Liam. “She was fired this morning. Legal action is already underway.”
Mara finally breathed.
This wasn’t over yet.
But maybe… it was a new beginning.
EPISODE 8: THE WOMAN FROM HIS PAST RETURNED… AND SHE WANTS HIM BACK
Mara had returned.
And this time, she walked into the office as if she had always belonged there.
No more hiding.
No more shrinking.
The looks she received were no longer pitying.
They were stunned.
The poor girl everyone had underestimated… was now the CEO’s assistant.
Even Liam looked different when he saw her—
Less like a ruthless businessman.
More like a man who knew he had almost lost something irreplaceable.
But just when things seemed to settle… the past came knocking.
Literally.
The door to Liam’s private office opened during a meeting.
And a tall, striking woman with red lips and a designer coat walked in like she owned the place.
—“Liam,” she purred. “Did you miss me?”
Mara, seated beside him, turned sharply.
The woman smiled with that sweetness… the kind only snakes have before they strike.
—“And who’s this?” she asked, eyeing Mara’s simple blouse and cheap heels.
Before Liam could respond, she added:
—“Let me guess… your new project?”
Liam stood up, tense.
—“Sabrina, this isn’t the time.”
Sabrina.
Mara recognized the name instantly.
She had read about her in articles.
Liam’s ex. The one who left him for a prince.
Her chest tightened.
—“You weren’t answering my messages,” Sabrina continued. “So I decided to surprise you. I miss… what we had.”
Mara stood, gathering the files.
—“I’ll give you a moment,” she said calmly, though inside, she felt like she was sinking.
Liam tried to stop her.
—“Mara, wait—”
But she was already walking away.
Hours later, Liam found her on the rooftop, watching the sunset.
—“Mara,” he said gently. “Don’t take this the wrong way. Sabrina and I ended years ago. She just wants attention.”
—“She didn’t act like someone who’s over you.”
—“Because she’s not,” he admitted. “But I am.”
She finally looked at him.
—“Then why did you let her speak to me like that? Like I was disposable.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
—“I didn’t want to cause a scene. But I should’ve said something. You’re right.”
A pause.
—“You’re not a project, Mara.
You’re the reason I feel alive again.”
Her heart pounded.
But she was still afraid of being broken again.
Then her phone buzzed.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
“You think you’ve won. But he was mine first. And I don’t lose.”
It was Sabrina.
Mara’s fingers tightened around her phone.
The war wasn’t over.
It had just begun.
