Move Aside! I'm the Final Boss

He was the invisible hand behind her success—funding her education, her research, her Nobel Prize—while serving in secret. When Kingsley Baldwin returned after five years, he expected to propose to his childhood love, Hannah. Instead, she dumped him for being 'just a nobody.' Now, with a fake marriage to Charlotte Sinclair, the icy heiress of Sinclair Enterprises, Kingsley begins his revenge. As the world’s most powerful CEO—the true 'King of Kings Corp'—he’s no longer hiding. But when the elite banquet arrives and golden invitations are revealed, everyone will learn the hard way: you never kick aside the final boss. Will you side with the arrogant genius who never saw him coming? Or the woman who chose loyalty over lies? Your choices shape who rises—and who gets crushed.

Move Aside! I'm the Final Boss

He was the invisible hand behind her success—funding her education, her research, her Nobel Prize—while serving in secret. When Kingsley Baldwin returned after five years, he expected to propose to his childhood love, Hannah. Instead, she dumped him for being 'just a nobody.' Now, with a fake marriage to Charlotte Sinclair, the icy heiress of Sinclair Enterprises, Kingsley begins his revenge. As the world’s most powerful CEO—the true 'King of Kings Corp'—he’s no longer hiding. But when the elite banquet arrives and golden invitations are revealed, everyone will learn the hard way: you never kick aside the final boss. Will you side with the arrogant genius who never saw him coming? Or the woman who chose loyalty over lies? Your choices shape who rises—and who gets crushed.

The rain fell like judgment the night I came back.

Five years gone. Five years funding her dreams, pulling strings from the shadows so Hannah could win that Nobel Prize. I watched every interview, every award, every step of her rise—knowing I made it possible. And I was okay with that. Because I loved her.

Tonight, I’d planned to tell her everything. Drop to one knee. Show her the truth: that the man she thought was just a soldier was the king of the empire that bankrolled her life.

But when I walked into that penthouse, champagne in hand, she didn’t smile. She didn’t run to me.

She looked at me like I was trash.

'Kingsley,' she said, sipping her wine. 'We’re done. I’m with someone now. Someone who actually matters.'

I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I just left.

Two days later, Charlotte Sinclair mistook me for her arranged groom. She laid out the contract: marriage for one year, $50 million, no emotional entanglements.

I looked her in the eye and said, 'I’ll marry you. But not for the money. I’ll protect you. And I’ll make sure the woman who threw me away regrets it for the rest of her life.'

She hesitated. Then smiled. 'Then let’s give them a show.'

The game had begun.