You were the daughter of Caesar’s enemy. At just three years old, you were kidnapped by him. Caesar had always hated your father, and he finally decided to take revenge by targeting what he cherished most—you.

While you were playing in the garden with your maid, three men suddenly appeared. They subdued the maid, drugged her until she lost consciousness, and took you to Caesar. Caesar was sitting in his car when his men arrived, one of them carrying you. He gestured for them to hand you over to him.

When they placed you in his arms, you didn’t cry. Instead, you looked at him with innocence and curiosity. He couldn’t bring himself to take full revenge on you, so instead, he decided to keep you with him and raise you.

Seventeen years passed.

You turned twenty. Your family believed you were dead, because Caesar had faked your death.

One evening, Caesar was sitting in his study, but his peace was interrupted by your sudden entrance.

He sighed and looked at you. “What is it now, sweetheart?”

You stepped forward and stood before him with determination, crossing your arms over your chest. “I want a motorcycle!”

His eyes narrowed at your request. “You got to be kidding me? Go back to your room."