Three years ago, Siren Dawson arrived at the gates of the Agreste Mansion. She was only sixteen years old back then—young, small, and trembling with fear. Her own parents had handed her over to the head of the household just to settle all the debts they had accumulated over the years. They did not hesitate, did not shed a tear, and did not even ask if she wanted to go. All they cared about was clearing their names and getting rid of the financial problems they created.

Siren did not fight back. She agreed to come here not just because she had no choice, but because of her younger sister, Velle. If she left, she knew very well that the same cruelty, hardship, and suffering she was facing now would be passed on to Velle. She could not let that happen. Even though her parents treated them like objects or tools to be used, Siren loved her sister more than anything. She would endure everything, just to make sure Velle remained safe and far away from their parents’ bad intentions. She still could not understand why the people who were supposed to love and protect them seemed to have so much hatred and anger in their hearts whenever they looked at their daughters.

For four years now, Siren has been working in this huge, cold mansion. She did every task given to her perfectly—cleaning, washing, cooking, and serving the family. She was quiet, obedient, and never complained. But there was one rule she strictly followed: she never looked directly into the eyes of the man who owned this place. Simon Agreste.

Everyone knew who he was. He was the most powerful man in the city, feared by everyone, respected by his allies, and dangerous to his enemies. His aura was always cold, his expression serious, and his presence alone commanded silence and respect. For four years, Siren had seen him pass by the hallways, had heard his voice giving orders, and had even stood near him while serving food. But not once did she dare lift her head to meet his gaze. To her, he was like the sun—bright, powerful, and impossible to look at directly without getting hurt. She knew her place, and she was content just doing her job and keeping herself invisible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mansion, Simon Agreste was dealing with a different kind of pressure. At thirty years old, he had built an empire with his own hands. He had wealth, power, and authority, but there was one thing he could not control: the decisions of his family. For years, they had been arranging marriages for him, bringing women from rich and influential families, saying that it was needed to strengthen their business and their name. But Simon refused every single one of them. He did not want a marriage based on business or status. He wanted something real, something that was not driven by greed or power.

Now, time was running out. His beloved grandmother, the woman who raised him and whom he respected the most, was coming home soon. She had given him a clear condition: he must be married before she arrived. And she told him something that surprised everyone—she did not care who the woman was, where she came from, or what her status in life was. Whether she was rich or poor, educated or simple, from a good family or not, she would accept her as long as she was the woman Simon truly loved and chose for himself.

“Love does not choose status or bloodline,” his grandmother had said. “It chooses the heart.”

Simon kept those words in his mind. He did not know yet who that woman would be, but he knew that when he found her, he would know immediately. He spent his days working, making decisions, and handling dangerous matters, but deep inside, he was also waiting for that person who would change his world.

One afternoon, a change happened in the mansion. The management decided to move the maids’ quarters to a different wing of the building, providing new rooms and better facilities for all the workers. Siren was given her own small room, and she felt grateful. It was simple, but it was hers.

As the sun began to set, Siren entered her new room. It was still dim because the curtains were closed. She walked slowly toward the window, her hands reaching out to pull the heavy curtains open to let the light and fresh air come inside. She was smiling softly, happy with her new space, completely unaware that someone was watching her from far above.

Inside his office located at the highest floor of the mansion, Simon was standing by the large glass window that overlooked the entire grounds and the rooms below. He was holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes usually cold and empty, but now they were fixed on a certain figure moving inside one of the rooms.

He saw her. He saw Siren Dawson.

He watched as she slowly pulled the curtains open, revealing her face fully for the first time in a way he could clearly see. The light of the setting sun hit her face, making her look so pure, so innocent, and so beautiful. She looked so different from the woman he always saw walking with her head bowed down, looking small and scared. In that moment, as she stood there looking at the sky, she looked like an angel who had accidentally landed in his dark and dangerous world.

Simon stood there motionless, his wine glass forgotten in his hand. He had seen her many times before, but he had never really seen her—not like this. He started to notice things he never paid attention to before: how gentle her movements were, how careful she was with everything she touched, and how even when she was working hard, she still managed to look graceful and kind.

From that day on, something changed in Simon. He found himself looking for her everywhere he went. When he walked down the hallways, his eyes would search for her figure. When he sat in the dining area, he would look for her among the staff. Even when he was busy working late at night, he would find himself standing by his window, looking down at her room, just to catch a glimpse of her.

He knew who she was. He knew her story—how she was sold by her parents, how she worked hard every day, and how she stayed silent despite everything she had gone through. He knew she was just a maid, a girl from a poor background, and that there was a huge difference between their positions in life. There was also a big gap in their ages—he was thirty, and she was only nineteen.

But as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Simon realized something that scared and excited him at the same time.

His view of her had completely changed.

He did not see her as just a maid anymore. He did not see her as a girl who was sold and had nothing. He saw her as the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He saw her as the one who could bring light into his dark life.

But the question remained in his mind: Could someone like her ever love someone like me? Could there really be hope for our love, despite everything that separates us?

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Days passed since that afternoon when Simon first saw Siren in a different light. It was strange for him, really. He was a man who was used to controlling everything around him—his business, his people, his enemies, and even his own emotions. But now, he found himself unable to control where his thoughts wandered. Almost every hour, he would find himself thinking about her.

He started learning more about her without her knowing. He asked the head maid about her performance, her behavior, and how she treated others.

“Sir, Siren is one of our best workers,” the head maid reported respectfully. “She is always on time, she does her tasks perfectly, and she never causes trouble. Even when other maids make mistakes or blame her for things she did not do, she just stays quiet and accepts it. She is very kind and patient, Sir. Sometimes I wonder how she manages to stay that way despite everything she has gone through.”

Simon listened carefully to every word. Every new thing he learned about her made his interest grow deeper. He admired her strength, her kindness, and her heart. She had every reason to be bitter, angry, or hateful toward the world, but she chose to be good instead. That was something very rare and precious.

Meanwhile, Siren continued with her daily routine, completely unaware that the man she feared and respected was already watching her every move. To her, nothing had changed. She still walked with her head down, she still spoke only when spoken to, and she still kept her distance from everyone, especially from Simon.

One morning, Siren was tasked to clean the library located on the second floor of the mansion. It was a quiet place, filled with thousands of books and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. She loved being here because it was peaceful and calm. She would often finish her work early and spend the remaining time looking at the books, wishing she had the chance to read and learn more.

That day, she was arranging the books on the highest shelf. She stood on a small wooden stool, reaching up carefully to put the heavy books in their proper places. She was so focused on her work that she did not hear the footsteps approaching the room.

Simon had decided to go to the library to look for some documents he needed. He entered the room quietly, and his eyes immediately found her. She was standing high up, her body stretched out as she tried to reach the last book. Before he could even say anything, Siren lost her balance.

The stool slipped from under her feet, and she felt herself falling backward. She closed her eyes, preparing herself to hit the hard floor, but instead, she felt strong arms wrapping around her body, catching her before she could even touch the ground.

Siren opened her eyes in shock. Her heart was beating fast, not just because of the fall, but because when she looked up, she realized who was holding her. It was Simon Agreste.

For the first time in four years, Siren looked directly into his eyes.

Her breath hitched. She had imagined his eyes many times—cold, sharp, and intimidating. But right now, looking into them up close, she saw something different. There was concern in his gaze, and a warmth that she never thought he was capable of showing. His eyes were deep, dark, and seemed to hold so many secrets, but in that moment, they were looking at her as if she was the most important thing in the world.

“Are you alright?” Simon asked, his voice deep but gentle, very different from the stern tone he usually used when speaking to others.

Siren quickly pulled herself away from his hold, her face turning red in embarrassment and nervousness. She immediately bowed her head, her hands shaking slightly.

“I-I am sorry, Sir! I am very sorry! I was being careless… I did not mean to make you worry or cause trouble. I am okay, I am fine… thank you for saving me, Sir,” she stammered, her voice trembling.

She was scared. She thought she would be scolded, punished, or even fired for being so clumsy and for getting too close to him. She waited for his anger, but it never came.

Simon stood there, looking at her bowed head. He noticed how she was trembling, how she was trying to make herself look small, and how she was still avoiding his gaze even after looking at him for a few seconds. He realized that she was afraid of him, not because she thought he was a bad person, but because she knew their places in life were worlds apart.

“Look at me, Siren,” Simon said softly.

Siren hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted her head again, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.

“You do not need to be afraid of me,” Simon told her sincerely. “I am not going to hurt you or scold you. You did nothing wrong. Accidents happen. Just be more careful next time, okay? The shelves are high, you can ask for help if you need it.”

Siren nodded slowly, surprised by how kind he was being to her. “Y-Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

Simon looked at her for a few more seconds, wanting to say so many things, wanting to tell her how he really felt, but he knew it was not the right time yet. He did not want to scare her or make her feel uncomfortable.

“I will leave you to your work,” he said finally. “Take care of yourself.”

As Simon walked away, Siren stood there, her heart still racing. She touched her chest, feeling the strange feeling that was spreading inside her. It was a mix of fear, confusion, and something else she could not name.

Meanwhile, Simon walked down the hallway with a smile on his face—a smile that no one had seen on him for years. That short moment with her had made him realize that he could not hide his feelings forever. He knew what he wanted now, and he was determined to make it happen, no matter what stood in his way.

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After that incident in the library, things felt different between Siren and Simon, even though they barely spoke to each other. Simon started finding reasons to be near her. He would pass by the area where she was working, he would ask her to serve him meals personally, and he would ask her simple questions about her day, her work, and how she was feeling.

At first, Siren was confused and nervous. She could not understand why the great Simon Agreste was paying attention to her. She thought maybe he was just being kind, or maybe he was just treating her differently because she had been working there for a long time. She never imagined that his actions were actually the beginning of his love for her.

But even though Simon was being nice to her, Siren still kept her distance. She knew very well who she was and who he was. He was the boss, the master of this house, a powerful and wealthy man. She was just a maid, a girl who was sold by her own family, with nothing to her name. There was a huge wall between them, built by their status, their backgrounds, and the society they lived in.

He is just being good to me because he is a kind person, Siren told herself every time she felt her heart flutter when he smiled at her or spoke gently to her. He will never see me as anything more than a worker here. I should not get my hopes up. I will only get hurt if I think otherwise.

One evening, Simon invited Siren to the garden, saying he wanted to talk to her about something important. Siren agreed, her mind full of worries. She thought maybe he was going to give her more work, or maybe he was going to tell her that her contract was ending and she needed to leave.

When she arrived, Simon was sitting on the bench, looking at the beautiful flowers and the bright moon above. He gestured for her to sit beside him, and Siren sat down carefully, keeping a safe space between them.

“Siren,” Simon started, looking at her with eyes full of emotion. “I have been wanting to tell you this for a long time. Do you know why I am talking to you differently? Why I pay attention to you more than anyone else?”

Siren shook her head slowly. “No, Sir. I do not know. I thought… maybe you are just being kind to me because I have been working here for years.”

Simon shook his head. “It is more than that, Siren. Much more than that. You see, for a long time, I have been looking for someone. Someone who is real, someone who has a good heart, and someone who will love me not because of what I have, but because of who I am. I met so many people, but all of them only cared about my money, my power, or my name. I thought I would never find that person, until I saw you.”

Siren’s eyes widened in shock. She did not expect him to say something like this.

“I know who you are,” Simon continued. “I know your story. I know you were sold by your parents. I know you work hard every day. I know you are poor and I am rich. I know there is a big difference between our ages and our positions in life. I know that many people will say it is impossible, that it is wrong, or that it will never work. But Siren… none of those things matter to me. Not anymore.”

He turned to face her fully, his expression serious and sincere.

“I fell in love with you, Siren Dawson. I love your kindness, your patience, your hard work, and your pure heart. I love everything about you. I know you are scared, I know you think you are not good enough, and I know you think the distance between us is too big. But I am telling you now… I am willing to cross that distance. I am willing to break all the rules, fight against all the people, and do everything just to be with you. All I ask is… will you give me a chance? Will you let me love you?”

Siren sat there frozen, tears forming in her eyes. She had dreamed of being loved and valued, but she never thought it would come from him. She wanted to say yes immediately, her heart was screaming yes, but her mind was stopping her.

“Simon…” she whispered, using his name for the first time. “You do not understand. You are the most powerful man, and I am just… me. People will talk badly about you. Your family will hate me. They will say I am using you, that I am after your money. They will look down on me and treat me like trash. And what about our age gap? You are thirty, I am only nineteen. You have lived a life that I have not even experienced yet. I am afraid… I am afraid that one day you will wake up and realize that I am not what you really need, and you will leave.

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