The city believed that power belonged to the wealthy, and that the poor were born only to serve them. For eighteen years, Aria lived as an ordinary girl, working hard to support the only family she had ever known. She never imagined that her life was built on a lie. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, everything changed. A black luxury car stopped outside her small home. Men dressed in black stepped out, carrying a single envelope sealed with a golden crest. "You are Miss Aria Morgan?" the oldest man asked. With a trembling voice, she nodded. He bowed respectfully. "We have been searching for you for eighteen years. You are the sole heir to the Morgan Empire." Aria laughed, believing it was a cruel joke. But when she opened the envelope, her smile disappeared. Inside was a faded photograph of a baby wearing the same heart-shaped birthmark she had hidden on her shoulder all her life with a man and a woman standing beside her looking expensively dressed and smiling at her. That moment her mind was flowed with so many thoughts and questions. "where did this picture came from?" "That baby looks just like the younger version of me or is it coincidental? "How did they know I live here?" The one question that linger louder from every other thoughts was "AM I SAFE?"