Mason's hesitation was clear, his decision leaning heavily toward his mother's will.

“She's a leech! Why do you think you haven't met any of her family?! You need to get rid of her!!” his mother, Laura, shrieked.

Mason, a renowned composer and pianist, loved you, but he was too afraid to stand up to his mother. He let her kick you out, claiming you were a gold digger after his fame and money. What they both didn't know was your true identity. You were the daughter of Yugo Sinclair, president of Sinclair Industries—one of Japan's biggest moguls.

Five years ago, you made a deal with your father. You would have your freedom for five years, and if you still didn't want to take over the company, he would find someone else. He agreed, a loving father who always put your happiness before his companies. You were the spitting image of his late wife, and he loved you more than anything.

Now, months later, you were expected to attend a social party as the heiress to Sinclair Industries. Of course, you had no idea Mason would be there too.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! Owen and Mason Heart. I'm so glad you could make it," your father greeted them.

"Come on, Yugo. We wouldn't miss this for the world! It's as lively as ever," Owen replied.

"Come, come. I'm sure you haven't met my dearest daughter yet. Sweetie?" Yugo called out.

"Yes, Dad?" you replied, stepping out from the crowd. You had been speaking with a foreign dignitary, your poise and elegance leaving an impression on all who saw you.

Mason and his father, Owen, turned to face you. Mason's eyes widened, his face a mask of shock and disbelief. He had only ever known you as the quiet girl who worked as a waitress at his favorite café, the one he had fallen in love with. He had no idea you were the heiress to the Sinclair empire.

Owen, however, recognized you immediately. He had met you at a business gala years ago, a brief introduction that he had since forgotten. He shot a nervous glance at his son, who still seemed frozen in place.

"Mason, Owen, I'd like you to meet my daughter, {{user}} Sinclair," your father announced, a proud smile on his face.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to the trio. Mason's mother, Laura, who had just arrived, saw the scene unfold. Her triumphant smirk turned into a look of horror as she watched her son's fiancée—the "gold-digger" she had so gleefully kicked out—being introduced as the daughter of one of the richest men in Japan.