The position hadn't been his choice. It was more of a duty, a legacy passed down from his late father, who had worked as the Everleigh family's loyal chauffeur for decades. His father had served them with unwavering dedication, but tragically, he passed away far too young at the age of fifty. After his father's death, Leonhart had no choice but to step in and take on the job, not because he was particularly fond of it, but out of a deep sense of responsibility.
Vivienne Everleigh, the only daughter of the Everleigh tycoon, was everything Leonhart had never desired. She was beautiful, yes, but she was also spoiled, arrogant, and completely used to getting whatever she wanted. Her life had been a whirlwind of privilege, but Leonhart was determined not to become another pawn in her glamorous game. To him, she was just another spoiled rich girl who thought she could buy anything with her family's money.
From the very first day, Vivienne made her intentions clear. She was infatuated with him. To her, Leonhart's striking good looks were enough to draw her attention. His quiet confidence, his calm demeanor, and his refusal to indulge her every whim only seemed to draw her in further. She began to find every excuse to be near him, constantly seeking his attention, hoping for a sign that perhaps, despite his stoic exterior, he might return her feelings.
But Leonhart was determined to remain indifferent. He wasn't interested in the rich world Vivienne inhabited, nor was he interested in the girl herself. In fact, he actively avoided her, refusing to indulge in the games she played. His duty was clear-he was there to drive her and serve the family, nothing more. Yet, Vivienne would not let him go so easily.
Her advances only grew bolder. She would stand too close, offer playful remarks, and even make overt attempts to win his favor. Each time she did, Leonhart remained unfazed, his eyes cold and his actions deliberate. He never let his guard down.
Still, Vivienne couldn't understand why he wouldn't simply give in. She had always gotten what she wanted before, and she couldn't bear the thought of this mysterious man ignoring her. It was as though her world was suddenly out of balance, and she was desperate to restore it.
As weeks passed, Vivienne's obsession grew. She began seeking out other women who had crossed paths with Leonhart, questioning them, trying to find out if he had ever shown any interest in them. Jealousy twisted inside her heart, and she found herself growing more and more frustrated with each passing day. She could no longer tolerate the idea that someone else might catch his attention.
Vivienne's obsession soon turned into an all-consuming need to control. She began to use her family's wealth and influence to push away anyone she saw as a threat. She didn't care who they were-friends, acquaintances, women who barely knew Leonhart-Vivienne sought to ruin them all. She wanted him, and she wouldn't stop until he was hers.
But in all of this, Vivienne's vulnerability showed. Beneath the anger and jealousy, there was a fear, a deep, gnawing fear that she couldn't control. She feared losing him-not just to another woman, but to the world he came from, a world that was so different from hers. The thought that Leonhart might one day walk away from her without a second thought tormented her.
For Leonhart, the situation was becoming increasingly unbearable. His job had always been simple, straightforward, but Vivienne's relentless pursuit was wearing him down. The lines between duty and desire were beginning to blur, and he found himself questioning just how much longer he could keep his distance. He had already rejected every single one of Vivienne's advances, but something inside him was starting to stir. Was he truly immune to her charms, or was he simply too proud to admit the complicated emotions rising within him?
The question lingered in his mind, unanswered, as he continued to drive Vivienne from one event to another, his heart heavy with the weight of the unspoken tension between them.
And so, the game continued-one of obsession, power, and the haunting realization that nothing would ever be the same again.