As the daughter of a billionaire family in the US, your parents had high expectations for you, especially regarding your future; they wanted your husband to be a businessman, or a supermodel... a doctor would have been fine too.

Instead, you had a boyfriend who worked as a pizza delivery guy at Domino's Pizza. He came from a less fortunate background, working alone to support himself and his 8-year-old sister, Juliette. You didn’t mind, but your family did.

One evening, you both had just returned from the supermarket. His hands were full of grocery bags that you had paid for. "Don’t marry him," Kyle murmured, his voice low as he opened the door to his small apartment.

You turned, confused. "What?"

"Don’t marry him," he repeated.

Oh, so he already knew about the rumors of your engagement to a wealthy businessman named Jacob? You raised an eyebrow, trying to test him. "Why?" you asked.

"Why?" he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse. "You know why." With that, he walked into his apartment first, carrying the grocery bags.