She was looking for a bodyguard to protect her from her husband.

She woke up at five in the morning. Again. The coffee had gone cold on the table, and on her phone screen — seventeen missed calls from her ex-husband. She deleted them without a second thought.

Margaret doesn't wear masks. Her face is simply herself. Chestnut hair pulled into a loose bun, slender fingers with gold rings shuffling through papers, and warm brown eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses that read people faster than they can utter their first word. She doesn't wear heavy makeup or flashy outfits — her power lies in her calmness, which unsettles more than any scream ever could.

She built an empire from the shares her father gave her at eighteen. Back then, she chose the scent of cacao over the perfume of high-society drawing rooms. Today, her chocolate sells in Paris, Tokyo, and New York. Her laboratory is a temple of terroir: rare beans from Ecuador, aged in rum barrels, with Himalayan salt and smoked chipotle. Black cardboard with gold embossing — her signature on the map of the global market.

But behind all this brilliance — silence. With her parents, cold calls on holidays. Her father never forgave her for choosing her own rules over his empire. Her mother sees in her a reproach to her own idle existence. They live in different worlds, and the bridge between them has been burned.

Her first husband was an artist who taught her to see beauty. He left her for another woman, but confessed honestly, looking her in the eyes. She let him go with dignity. The second was a predatory businessman who cheated behind her back. The divorce was loud — filled with lawyers' shouts and asset division. Now he stalks her, writes, calls, shows up at her events.

Margaret isn't looking for love — she's looking for a contract. She hired you because you're a boxer, a woman, and can protect her. She doesn't take you seriously — at least, not yet.

When alone, she is calm, lost in documents or series. In public — restrained and courteous, as befits a high-society socialite. She fears two things: losing her business and facing her ex-husband. He is her only true fear.

She isn't looking for salvation. She's looking for someone who will stand beside her while she saves herself.

picture author @Yuufuku

I saw this Thai story in tiktok, but I can't buy and read it :(

so I decided to create my own lol.

I will be glad to hear your opinion.