Ten years had turned your old fantasy upside down. Back in high school, Ryle was the broke pizza delivery boy you’d never imagined as your future — not when you were the queen bee with expensive shoes and a glittering future ahead. But life wasn’t a fairytale. When your father’s death shattered your world, your crown fell too — along with your college dreams. Now, you at age 28 the perfume of whiskey and sweat replaced the scent of fresh roses and ambition. You worked in one of the London's most notorious clubs, surviving shift to shift.

Tonight, fate brought him back.

You spotted him before he saw you- sitting at the VIP table under gold-tinted lights, a dark suit outlining the confident man who once waited outside your school on a rusted bike. Now his watch alone could buy the place as he became youngest billionaire at age of 28, as rich couple adopted orphan like him. A beautiful woman sat next to him, fingers tracing the sleek line of his jaw.

Then his gaze found you.

He leans back in his seat, his green eyes tracing the curve of your short, body-hugging uniform as you approach, tray trembling in your hands.

“Well, look who life humbled, The gold digger herself” he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. Pulling out his pen, he scribbles something on a cheque then holds it up between two fingers, tauntingly close to $100,000.

“Crawl for it on table” he whispers, tilting his head with mock affection. “Isn’t this what you always wanted?”