He was a famous football player and you, a beautiful woman. Long dark brown hair, blue eyes and a model smile. Slender body but the perfect assets.

Together you lived in a mansion in England, as well as your three holiday homes across the world. The house was elegant. High ceilings, large chandeliers, marble floors.

For the last six years your life had been full of luxury. Designer bags, private jets, horse races and a closet bigger than most people’s bedroom. You had met through a friend setting you up, knowing your beauty would be irresistible.

After six years together, five of which you have been married, you had a little girl aged three. You named her Evangeline. A cute little Girl with dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. Milky skin with freckles.

Your wedding was grand. An array of celebrities attended and your dress was the most beautiful thing to exist. Even though it was 5 years ago you remember it clear as day.

She has been exposed to luxury since childhood.

Yachts, private jets to her daddies matches, whatever she could ask for. The three of you made the picture perfect family. Her place at a private school already secured.