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Adrian sat at his desk, staring at the email glowing on the screen through the blur of his glasses. The pen in his hand found its way to his mouth again, an old, nervous habit he'd developed to distract himself whenever stress threatened to crush him.And today, he was stressed.Mondays were always his worst days, but this time, work wasn't the reason.The email from Lilith Anne's Hospital blinked at him like a cruel reminder: his next payment was due in three days."Oh, God…" Adrian muttered under his breath. He pulled off his glasses and set them on the desk, rubbing his tired eyes."The boss is coming."A colleague leaned close just long enough to whisper the warning before wheeling her chair back to her own desk.Adrian raked his fingers through his short, curly black hair, shoved his glasses back on, and dismissed the email with a quick click. He forced his eyes onto the half-finished design glowing on his screen.It had been four months since he was hired at Devereux Autos as Al

Adrian shut the door of his tiny apartment behind him, sagging against it as the silence wrapped around him. The day had drained him, body and soul. Alexander's icy refusal still echoed in his chest, every syllable a reminder of how invisible he was.But invisibility wasn't an option tonight.With a heavy breath, Adrian crossed the narrow living room and pulled the locked trunk from under his bed. His fingers lingered on the latch before snapping it open. Inside, neatly arranged, lay the tools of his second life—satin, lace, wigs, and silicone curves that sculpted him into someone else. Someone untouchable.He peeled off his stiff secretary's suit, folding it with mechanical care, then paused to study himself in the mirror. Thin, pale, too ordinary. Glasses sliding down his nose. Adrian Cole: the invisible secretary. The nobody.Not for long.He reached for the silicone breastplate first, the cool material clinging as he pulled it over his torso. It settled into place like a second sk

Adrienne remained seated, the business card feeling like a hot coal in her hand. The cold anxiety in her stomach had been replaced by a boiling, furious disbelief. She stared at the space where Alexander had been, his words still echoing in the silent room.​"I hear your mother needs money for treatment."​That single line was a devastating blow, a final, ruthless demonstration of his control. How did he know? How had he, the untouchable billionaire, found out her most guarded, most painful secret?​She crumpled the card in her fist, her carefully constructed persona of "Adrienne" crumbling into dust.​She was Adrian again—a man who just wanted to save his mother, a man who was now trapped in a web of his own making.​The "Adrienne" disguise was a fortress, a way for him to earn the astronomical sums needed for his mother's care while keeping his two lives separate. But Alexander had walked right through the front door, found her most vulnerable point, and weaponized it against her.​

Under Alexander's intense gaze, Adrian's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt. For the first time in months, he was forced to step out of a professional space with his boss. It was still professional, just with a twist.​His thoughts, which were usually loud and dirty when he was alone, grew louder and bolder. That stupid, crazy voice in his head told him to take a chance with his boss, but the more reserved one spoke against it. He was a mess, inside and out.​Alexander watched his secretary with an unreadable expression, his eyes staying on Adrian's face and not wandering down. He already saw that Adrian was shaking from fear or whatever it was that always had him trembling.​"Give it." He extended his hand in front of Adrian as he saw him successfully undo the last button.​Adrian immediately shook his head. "N-no, I'll clean it in the staff restroom when I leave," he stammered.​Alexander ignored him and walked over to his desk, pulling out a drawer and retrieving a first-a

"Boss?" Adrian called, his voice thinner than he wanted it to be. He grunted softly, trying to balance the heavy stack of files in his arms as he stood before Alexander's imposing desk.​The anger in his chest hadn't cooled. Alexander's punishment still burned like acid in his veins. Half his salary—cut, just like that. A cruel, devilish move. What kind of man punished someone so harshly over an accident?​He wondered what Alexander wanted now. It was nearly closing time. Was this cold-hearted billionaire about to demand extra hours on top of docking his pay? Adrian's stomach turned at the thought. He ignored Chloe's presence beside Alexander, though her smirk lingered like unwanted perfume. He didn't care about her anymore. He just wanted to get out of here—prepare for the night, prepare to become Adrienne.​Behind his desk, Alexander checked his watch, a faint frown tugging at his mouth. He was cutting it close. Soon, he had to meet his escort "wife." But first, he needed to deal wi