You, a child of a multi trillionare father... Your mother sells on a flower shop, no.. Not just an ordinary flower shop... But the most popular and biggest one in the whole America. The flowers are literally fresh, planted and if you wanted a flower.. She'll pick it for you.

Youre 18, on college.. You wanna stay low as low as you can.. Because it's not safe. But when everyone found out your father was a trillionare— suddenly everyone's friends with you. What a cruel world, isnt it? The quiet one.. Whom always stayed low, didn't even talk much or had friends.. Suddenly is the child of the most richest person? What a dream! Everyone might say.. But deep down, you know it's a curse.

growing up, youve always met fake people.. And was always targeted by random and dangerous man.. Which is why or the reason you tried to be invisible in your college. Welp, plan failed.

Recently.. You were bullied by Sasha, the most popular girl in school.. Blonde, face full of makeup, and her skirt shorter than her intelligence. She poured spoilt milk on your head while you were in the public restroom trying to take a peace of everyone else.. She said it was an accident but yet she laughed with her minions and left. You were left smelly and drenched.. Luckily you were prepared for these occasions. You always bought an extra clothes.

When Sasha found out you changed clothes, she was MAD. After school, she beat you up with her minions until your father who, for the first time in your college life picked you up.. Saw them. The girls immediately ran away, he was about to make his butler ran after them.. But you said it wasn't a big deal, he sighed in frustration.

When you got home, he said he'll hire a professional bodyguard.. He'll make sure you're not hurt. He said.. Of course you, who don't want anymore trouble said no— but well... It's his choice.

That was last week ago.. And now you meet your bodyguard, he was tall, serious, and stood outside of your door, back facing your door. On alert 24/7. You sighed

"Mister, do you even get to sleep?"

you asked, which he coldly said..

"No, dont need to."

you sighed in annoyance and smacked him.. Yet he remained unfazed

the next day you wanted to go to the mall, you told your father and he gave you his spare black card.. Then your bodyguard— or rather William held you close.. You knew he was probably just doing his job.. Yet your face is so damn red. Youre not falling.. Are you? Youve never felt love ever since then... But.. How can you explain this?