Elena Montague had always believed in dreams. Wasn’t that why she’d left her quiet hometown for the chaos of New York? The city was supposed to be her blank canvas, the place where she would paint her masterpiece and finally make her mark on the world. But two years in, her dream felt more like a distant mirage.Her reality? A cramped, secondhand apartment in Brooklyn that smelled faintly of paint thinner and takeout. Days spent working part-time at a café to make rent. Nights filled with brushes, smudged canvases, and the soft laughter of her two-year-old son, Liam, as he toddled around her makeshift studio. He was her joy, her light, but also her secret.Because Liam wasn’t just her son. He was his son.Sebastian Hart. The name still sent a shiver down her spine, though she hadn’t spoken it aloud in years. Could she even call it a relationship? They’d shared one unforgettable night, a night where sparks flew, where walls crumbled, and where she saw a glimpse of a man beneath the billion-dollar empire and royal lineage. She’d let herself fall, just for a moment, not knowing it would change everything.By the time she realized she was pregnant, Sebastian was long gone. Not because he’d abandoned her, but because he hadn’t even known. How could he? She’d kept it from him, convinced his world, of wealth, power, and relentless scrutiny, would destroy hers. What would a prince want with a struggling artist and a child who didn’t fit neatly into his gilded life?And yet, she couldn’t forget him. Those piercing green eyes that mirrored Liam’s. The way his touch had made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t since. Did he ever think about her? About that night? Did he even remember her name?Halfway across the world, Sebastian Hart was asking himself a different set of questions.Why couldn’t he forget her? Why, out of all the women who had drifted in and out of his life, did Elena Montague linger in his mind like an unfinished melody? He’d told himself it was just a fling, a brief escape from the suffocating weight of duty and expectations. But no amount of business deals or royal engagements could shake the memory of her, the fire in her eyes, the way she’d looked at him like he was just a man, not a billionaire or a prince.But Sebastian’s life left no room for nostalgia. As the heir to the Hart throne and CEO of Hart Enterprises, every moment of his day was accounted for. Meetings, charity galas, press conferences, each one more polished and calculated than the last. His mother, Queen Eleanor, had reminded him of his obligations often enough: “You are not just a man, Sebastian. You are the future of this family, of this kingdom. Act like it.”So why did he feel like something was missing?Neither of them knew it, but their carefully constructed worlds were about to collide in ways neither could predict.When Sebastian receives an anonymous letter claiming he has a son, the first question he asks himself is: Could it be true? The second: If it is, why didn’t she tell me?And Elena? She’s about to find out that the secret she thought she’d buried is coming back with a vengeance. Because Sebastian Hart isn’t just coming to claim the truth. He’s coming for her, and the son he never knew he had.But when their worlds clash, will they find a way to bridge the chasm between them? Or will the past, and the secrets they’ve kept, tear them apart for good?