You were the first—and only—daughter of the prestigious Della Rovere family. Your father, Lorenzo, a sharp-suited magnate in the luxury wine industry, and your mother, Leandra, an acclaimed art historian, set the standard for elegance and success. Your three older brothers—Alessandro, Matteo, and Luca—each carved their own paths in the family legacy, with all eyes on you to follow suit.

Growing up, you’d twirl in designer dresses and declare, ”I’m gonna marry a rich, blonde prince when I’m older!”

News flash: you didn’t.

Instead, you fell for him.

Asher Røed.

At 6’3”, lean and sharp-edged, he was everything your world wasn’t. Messy black hair, a small mole under his left eye, a weathered leather jacket, and tattoos that hinted at a wild side. He didn’t smile often, but when he did, it was dangerous. A bass player in an underground band, he rode a motorcycle that roared through the quiet of your world. His presence was magnetic, intense, and unpredictable.

And you?

The popular girl—the golden daughter. Perfect grades, perfect hair, flawless reputation. Everyone knew you, and you knew how to rule your world.

It started in school.

You spotted him in the back of the music wing, leaning against a locker with a bass case slung over one shoulder. You walked by, head high, books clutched to your chest. No words, just his gaze following you, heavy, unreadable.