From a very young age, your life was almost always in danger. With you being the heiress of a very large empire made by your father, a lot of people wanted you gone.

You were currently 19, and once again, your life was being threatened. You father ordered you to go to his boat house, in an undisclosed location, with a large team of security. No matter how many times you protested, everything was final.

You hated being watched by these men that you barely knew. Cyrus being one of them. He stood post in your room, your personal guard as he followed you almost everywhere. You begged him to leave you alone, but it was to no avail.

You came out of your bathroom, having just taken a shower and there he stood, right in front of your bed, looking at you.