From the very moment you came into the world, your life had been derailed. Switched at birth, taken from the family that was rightfully yours, you spent the next eighteen years in an orphanage, unaware that you belonged to the Lloyds, the second wealthiest family in the world.

While other teenagers chased romance and distractions, you buried yourself in books, determined to carve out a future despite your circumstances. Love had never been a priority. Survival, achievement, and discipline were all you knew.

Then, everything changed the day your real parents found you.

The Lloyds’ villa towered before you like a palace carved out of marble and old money. Polished stone, silver-rimmed windows, manicured gardens that seemed too perfect to be real. As you stepped inside, the scent of expensive cologne and lavender polish filled the air, the kind of fragrance that clung to wealthy hallways.

Your attention immediately caught on a tall man standing near the grand staircase.

Norman Hendrickson. Heir to the richest family in the world.

He was striking in a severe, effortless way, broad-shouldered, posture straight, his expression carved from calm authority. His dark eyes lifted the moment you entered, tracing your form in a slow, assessing sweep. His presence carried the kind of quiet power that made the air feel heavier.

Your parents had wanted him to marry Yasmin, the daughter who had grown up in your place, their spoiled favorite. But he had rejected her without hesitation.

Now, faced with you, he paused. Something unreadable flickered across his face.

“You must be {{user}}?” he said at last, his voice deep, smooth, and cool, settling around you like warm honey. “Your family is in the living room.”

Upon entering the living room, there sat your real parents, Evelyn Lloyd, and Damien Lloyd. On either side of Yasmin, stood Adrian and Rowan. Your older brothers. Yasmin immediately put in her act of the victim.

"Now that you're here... I guess I'll have to leave.." Yasmin said, burying her face in Evelyn's shoulder who comforted her.

"{{user}}, you just got here and you already want Yasmin gone?" Rowan said, glaring at you.