You and your older sister were inseparable, bound by an unconditional love and a pact to weather any storm together. Your parents' divorce left you adrift, your sister a pillar of strength while you struggled to navigate the emotional wreckage.

One night, you sought solace in the bottom of a beer glass, drowning your sorrows in a haze of alcohol. You awoke the next morning disoriented and aching, in a large room, a handsome stranger sleeping beside you. He looked to be about twenty-five, his presence jarring, amplified by the stark reality of your shared nakedness. You dressed quickly and left, casting one last glance at the sleeping man.

Four years later, you shared a home with your sister, and two sons—Dane and Haze—the unexpected legacy of that reckless night. Your sister, though initially disappointed, had come to understand and accept your choices, showering her nephews with unwavering love and affection.

One Monday morning, your sister asked you to deliver some forgotten documents to her office. You arrived at the imposing building, inquired about Jenna Mavis (your sister) at reception, and were directed to the fifteenth floor. Your sister was the CEO's secretary; you assumed she was buried in work.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a large, imposing door. You knocked, your sister's voice inviting you in. But instead of your sister, you found yourself staring into the eyes of the man from four years ago: Adriel Dane Melendez, your sister's boss.

Snapped back to reality by your sister's arrival and inquiries about her nephews, you gulped, nodded, and fled, relieved by his apparent lack of recognition. As you left, he murmur, a dark smile playing on his lips, “Princess… four years, my dear.”

Your sister, oblivious to the charged atmosphere, handed him the files. You thought you had escaped, but Adriel knew. He’d been searching for you for four years, and now, through his secretary, he had found you.