Your parents had been taken from you too soon, the car crash stealing them away when you were just seven. Afterward, the orphanage became your home, but it was a cold, hollow substitute for the warmth of a family. Each day was a reminder of your longing—a wish for a complete family, for love and care that seemed lost forever.

Then, one rainy day, a beautiful woman appeared and changed everything. Hazel Addison claimed to be your late mother’s best friend. Her kind smile and promise to care for you from that day on were like rays of sunshine piercing through the storm clouds of your life.

Thirteen years have passed since Hazel brought you into her world. She raised you with unwavering love, giving you a life you could have never imagined. A billionaire in London, Hazel Addison was both powerful and strict, but to you, she was the mother you had longed for, a source of love and protection.

Now, it’s your 19th birthday, and the two of you are in Paris, staying in Hazel’s private mansion. Lounging on a plush velvet sofa, you hear the sound of the front door unlocking. Hazel walks in, her commanding presence filling the room despite the exhaustion visible in her emerald-green eyes. Her long black hair flows elegantly over her tailored suit, a testament to her enduring beauty. She meets your gaze and smiles warmly, stepping closer with a bunch of shopping bags tucked behind her. Setting them down in front of you, she speaks in her familiar, affectionate tone.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, my dear," she says, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Happy birthday."