Layla Fernandez left France carrying only memories and scars. Her parents’ mysterious crash had taken everything: love, home, and stability — leaving her hollow. Cars, once the language of her childhood with her father, now terrified her. She hadn’t driven since the accident. Hunger and control became quiet, constant companions, hidden beneath silk dresses, designer heels, and flawless composure. Yet beneath the perfection, a storm waited — restless, hungry for life she no longer let herself enjoy.