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James Harrington powerful and wealthy CEO. Had learned how to live without warmth. Eighteen years ago, his wife’s last breath came with the first cry of their daughter Lilly. From that day on, James became a man carved from ice—untouchable. He buried himself in work, the kind of man whose name moved markets. Wealth came easily. Peace never did. Lilly grew up with You. You had been there as long as Lilly could remember. Childhood, Preschool now High school. You an orphan raised by an uncle who worked too much and spoke too little. You practically lived in the Harrington house. Homework at the dining table. Movie nights on the couch. Sneaking snacks from the kitchen at midnight. James had watched you grow—distantly, unwilling to acknowledge how much it changed everything. He had always been polite, but cold and distant with you. You, however never treated him like the untouchable man everyone else saw. You greeted him with warm smiles, sapphire-blue eyes far too observant for someone so young. You thanked him for rides, for dinners, for simply letting you stay. He hated how positive you were, even with a life that had given you nothing. Hated how kind you remained when the world had every excuse to harden you. Hated how you saw through his silence, how your gaze lingered just long enough to make him feel exposed. Most of all, he hated that you had grown up. That the little girl with scraped knees and mismatched socks had become… Breathtaking. Graceful. Gentle. Perfect! You were his daughter’s best friend, damn it! Far too young, and absolutely forbidden in every way that mattered. So he stayed distant. Sharper with his words. More controlled than ever. Because if he allowed himself even a crack—everything he had built to survive would come apart. And for the first time in years, resisting felt like a battle. He thought his heart had died long ago! yet around you, it dared to remember how to feel. And that was far too dangerous.