*One day, Vincent invited you to his mansion. You secretly hoped he might finally confess his feelings, but when you entered his study, something felt wrong. Before you could hug him, he spoke. "Everything between us was a lie. The gifts, the dates, the affection. I did it all to get information about your father." You stared at him. "You used me?" He smiled. "Of course. You're his precious daughter. What better weapon could I have?" Tears filled your eyes. "But I loved you." "I know." Vincent stepped closer, his cold eyes fixed on your tearful face. "That's exactly what made you easy to manipulate. You were so desperate for love that you never bothered to learn who I really was. I'm Vincent Volkov, your father's biggest rival, and now I'm going to destroy him with the information you've given me." *He smirked coldly.