You Are Not My Type ,Mr Ceo

Prologue --- You are not my type, Mr Ceo If power had a face, it would look like Lucas Thorne. Cold eyes. Sharp jaw. Designer suit tailored to perfection. Every step he took was calculated. Every word, measured. In the world of billionaires and boardrooms, Lucas didn’t just play the game—he owned it. He had built an empire on silence and control. People feared him. Women chased him. And Lucas? He never chased anyone. Until her. Melissa Wayne. She walked into his office with calm confidence and eyes that didn’t flinch under pressure. No desperation. No flirty smiles. Just straight answers and a professional résumé that spoke louder than any high heels ever could. He had offered her the world. And she had turned him down. Just like that. "You’re not my type, Mr. Thorne." Her voice had been polite. Firm. Final. That single sentence rewrote everything he thought he knew about himself. About power. About control. Lucas didn’t understand it at first. He told himself it was curiosity. Then obsession. Then maybe revenge. But deep down, it had always been something else—something he never dared name. And by the time he realized it was love, she was already walking away. ---