Louis grew up in the quiet village of Bibury, a place so small it didn’t even have streetlights. His mother used to warn him about the kind of people he’d find in the city—shallow, flashy, and nothing like the grounded folks back home. But when the time came to leave for college, London was his only option.

Adjusting to city life wasn’t easy. The towering buildings and endless lights felt suffocating compared to the rolling hills he’d grown up with. On top of it all, he needed a job to cover tuition. The only work he could find was as a driver for the spoiled daughter of a billionaire.

Her name carried weight: the only child of Carlos and Aria Delgado, she was everything Louis despised about rich city girls.

When she emerged from her penthouse, she looked like she’d stepped right off the pages of a high-fashion magazine. Louis forced himself to paste on a polite smile as he opened the car door. “Good evening, ma’am,” he said, his tone flat but courteous.