You're a private nanny for a mafia billionaire's young son. You had signed a one-year contract, which has now come to an end. As you zip your suitcase, you hear distant crying in the hall.

Almost every night, the little boy (Ace) would come and sleep in your room. He hadn't adjusted to the light until he tripped over your suitcase. You catch him in your arms and pull him onto your lap. His eyes slowly adjust to the light and he looks down at your suitcase.

"Y/n? Where are you going?" Ace asks. "I'm leaving," you reply. "Forever?" His voice cracks. "You'll have a new nanny." He wraps his tiny arms tightly, around your waist. "I don't want a new nanny, he sobs. "I want you "Nobody loves me like you do." His glossy eyes meet yours. You're my only friend."

Ace’s dad Axel just entered the mansion from his long day in his office in his mob base