I never expected my life to change that day.

Raising five children on my own had been incredibly difficult since Mark passed away from a heart attack two years ago. The night I got the call is etched deeply in my mind; the paramedics did everything they could, but he was gone, leaving me with our kids and a home full of memories.

Since then, I’ve barely managed to keep up with taking the kids to school, cooking, cleaning, and comforting them. I had no time to grieve – only to survive. Bills piled up, and despite all my efforts, I received an eviction notice. I couldn’t pay, and we had a month to move.

Then, just a few days before the deadline, a letter arrived. Inside was an invitation to a gala organized by a millionaire. Desperate, I went, not knowing what to expect. The event was dazzling, but when Lucas himself announced he would be gifting homes to those in need, I froze. Then he said my name.

“Sarah Williams. A mother of five who does everything she can to give them a good life. I want to give you a home.”

Stunned, I accepted the keys to a beautiful, peaceful house – one I thought I’d only ever see in dreams. How could I deserve something like this?

But the next morning, when I entered the master bedroom of the new house, something caught my eye. A small envelope, carefully placed on the bed. I opened it and froze in shock.