You don't need jewels or royal blood to have power. You need money. Lots of it. No one really knows where The Beauwood family's money comes from, nor does anyone question it. The Beauwood family is a condescending rich family, the richest of the rich. Snobbiest of the snobs. But not royal. So when twenty-five-year-old Isla Jackson gets herself a new job as a personal assistant at the Beauwood Mansion, the famous mansion down Silver Valley Lane known for their parties and old ways, she keeps questioning where the Beauwood family gets their money from. Could it be passed down from generation to generation? Could it be from something entirely different?