Lucian Mark. People in Los Angeles know his name, but they know him without a smile. They know him with fear, with respect, with some kind of distance. He is the kind of man who walk inside a room and everyone look at him like a statue. His eyes are always sharp, cold, like ice. No soft feeling show on his face. He look arrogant, angry most of the time, and his heart like stone. Still, no one can deny, he is very handsome man.
Lucian body is like sculpture. Tall, wide shoulder, every muscle perfect. Six pack stomach, hard chest, strong arms. He spend hours in gym and he never miss. His skin clean, his jaw sharp, his lips serious. When he stand in front of a mirror, even the mirror respect him.
But Lucian is not just handsome. He is rich. Very rich. And his style is different from normal men. Every dress he wear, only one piece exist in whole world. Custom made, stitched by world's top designer only for him. His shirts are smooth silk, his suits perfect cut, his shoes shining, his sunglasses special design, his watch rare collection. Everything he touch is customized, everything is unique. When people see him, they know, no one else can have the same thing. He is like a king walking among the common.
Lucian is very clean man also. His hair is always perfect style, his perfume strong but elegant. He never eat normal food outside. Only in five star or seven star hotels. Sometimes he eat in his house, but there also, only top chef cook for him. His life is discipline, luxury, and distance from the normal world.
His house is not just a house. It is palace like bungalow, standing in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles. The road around full with trees, clean air, but his house look different from other luxury house. Outside the gate tall, iron design with golden lion symbol. Security guards always standing, guns in hand, eyes watch every side. Inside the compound, green garden cut in perfect shape, small fountain in the middle, and antique statues from Europe placed around. The bungalow itself is unique. White marble floor, high glass windows, and every room filled with antique items from different country. Old painting, golden chandeliers, rare carpets, wooden carving—his home look like a museum and palace mix. For outsiders, it is a dream house. But for Lucian, it is just a place to stay.
Bodyguards everywhere in his house. Day and night they walk around, checking, protecting. No one can go inside without permission. Rich people, politicians, businessmen all want to meet Lucian, but not everyone get chance.
Even though his house so big, his life inside is cold. His stepmother Jasmin Mark live there, but Lucian never show warm feeling to her. Same with his father Brook Mark. Brook try sometimes to talk to him, but Lucian answer short, without smile. Romex Mark, his stepbrother, same. Lucian treat them like strangers. His cold heart become more hard when they are around. He speak only what is necessary.
But with his grandparents, Alex Mark and Rose Mark, Lucian is a different man. When he sit with his grandpa, his eyes show respect. With grandma Rose, he even smile, sometimes small laugh also. Only they can see the soft side of him, the kind heart hiding under arrogant face. He take care of them, listen to them, and with them he is not stone, but human.
One more man close to Lucian—his friend Royson. Not many can say they are friend of Lucian, but Royson is different. Lucian trust him. When they talk, they talk free, about life, about business, about fun. Royson is the only friend who can make Lucian forget his cold mask for few minutes.
This is Lucian Mark. Rich, arrogant, cold, handsome, powerful. Living in Beverly Hills, in one of the most expensive bungalow, driving cars only one in the world. A man who spend life in work, work, and more work.
Far away, almost 500 kilometers from Los Angeles, life is different. There is a small beautiful village in Santa Ynez Valley. The place full of green hills, vineyards shining under the sun, small houses, fresh air, birds singing, children playing in road. At night, the sky is full of stars like diamonds. This place is simple but magical.
Here live our heroine, Samira. Her house is not too small, not too big. Just a middle class village house, with tiled roof, small garden in front, one mango tree giving shade. The walls are painted light color, windows open to fresh valley air. Her father Peter Crook run a small spice shop near market. Every morning he grind spices, the smell of chili, turmeric, pepper, all fill the air. People from the village come to his shop, and he always give smile, sometimes extra handful free. He is good man. Many time he tell Samira, "One day I will take you to city, my girl. I will show you your dream. I will make you actress." Samira believe him, because she know her father heart is true.
Her mother Lilly is a housewife. She is innocent woman, always in simple pants and shirt, always cooking, always praying. She love her daughter so much. She never understands the movie world, but when Samira talk about her dream, she just smile and say, "God bless you, my child."
Samira herself is different from Lucian in every way. She is a young girl with long black hair, falling like a waterfall down her back. Her eyes big and shiny, like two stars. Her lips are small, pink, always with a soft smile on face. Her skin smooth, glowing with natural beauty. She is not rich, but she carry beauty more than any diamond. Her body shape is cute, slim waist, soft curve, full of innocence. She is simple but attractive in every way.
Samira's heart is pure and kind. She help neighbors, she play with children, she give food to animals. Everyone in the village love her. She like to watch movies, every weekend she run to a small theatre in nearby town. Sitting in old chair, eating popcorn, she dream of standing in big screen one day. Her dream is to be actress, to shine in the city like a star. But in her village, no option for that. No big producer, no chance, only her dream and her father promise.
She is a middle class girl, but she never feel sad for that. She enjoy her life. She eat roadside food, spicy noodles, burgers, sweets, icecream, laughing with her friends. She dance in festivals, she sing when she cook, she live every moment. For her, life is joy, simple and sweet.
Lucian and Samira—two different world. One in Beverly Hills, surrounded by money, power, and bodyguards. Another in Santa Ynez Valley, surrounded by hills, trees, and villagers. One man is cold, arrogant, living in work and luxury. One girl is innocent, kind, living in dreams and small joys.
Destiny is waiting. Two paths so different, one day they will cross. But now, the story just begin.