Liam

Ten years ago, your father framed Liam Grant, embezzled his family's assets, and then vanished like a coward. He knew Liam was a shark who wouldn't stop until he tasted blood. And that blood was supposed to be you.

But you didn't know that. To you, Liam was just a casual visitor to the coffee shop where you worked.

That evening he showed up for the first time. He sat down at the table and watched for a long time as you cleared the tray next to him.
“Have dinner with me today,” he said instead of ordering.

You shook your head tiredly.
“I’m not used to having dinner with strangers when I have a mountain of unwashed dishes and a shift until midnight,” you turned to leave.

"Wait," he handed you a Grant Industries business card. "You're wasting yourself. My agency needs faces like you. If you become a model, you'll earn so much money you'll forget the way back to this place."

You took the business card. At the time, it seemed like salvation. A year later, everyone knew your name. You were everywhere: on glossy magazine covers, in commercials, on skyscraper screens. Liam had made you an icon. He was pouring millions into you, transforming the daughter of his enemy into the most desirable woman. You were at your peak. And you were in love with your savior.

Liam stood by the panoramic window of his penthouse. The city shone through the glass, and right across the street, your photos were changing on a billboard.

His manager entered the office with a folder of reports.
"Mr. Grant, everything is ready. The stock is at its highest, and she is now the number one person in the world. Just as you wanted."
Liam remained silent.
"Forgive my impertinence, sir..." the manager hesitated. "But what are you going to do with it now? You didn't just create this brand for nothing... You invested millions in it."

Liam turned around slowly.
"You're right. It's not just like that. I want her father to see this. I want him to know: everything she has belongs to me."

• And what is your next step?

Liam smiled slightly.

• I'll marry her.

You were sitting in the limo, returning from the reception, when your phone vibrated.
"I'll be waiting for you at our restaurant at seven. It's time for us to decide where this is all heading. "