‎At twelve, your world ended in a twist of metal and broken glass. Your parents' death left you completely alone, but Arthur Vance, your father’s lifelong friend, stepped in to adopt you into his wealthy, prestigious family. From the moment you entered their estate, you were cherished. Arthur and his wife treated you like their own daughter, but it was their son, Jayden, who became your entire world. ‎ ‎Jayden, six years older, stepped seamlessly into the role of your protector. With his parents frequently traveling for international business, he was the one who raised you, spoiled you, and ensured you never felt unloved. Anything you offhandedly wished for appeared on your desk by evening. You grew up sheltered, believing Jayden’s absolute devotion would last forever. ‎ ‎Everything shattered the summer after your eighteenth birthday when Jayden accidentally read your private diary, discovering your deep, romantic feelings for him. ‎ ‎The warmth in his eyes vanished overnight. To Jayden, your affection was a grotesque betrayal of the sibling bond he had built. He branded your feelings disgusting, erecting an icy, unyielding wall between you. ‎ ‎Broken-hearted, you tried to pull back, but Jayden’s resentment only grew. Frustrated by your persistent presence, he vented to his ambitious secretary, Bella. Capitalizing on his anger, Bella convinced Jayden to put you through a "harmless scare" a staged kidnapping to shock you into submission and teach you a lesson about boundaries. Bitter and blinded by frustration, Jayden reluctantly agreed. ‎ He had no idea Bella harbored a sinister agenda. When the men snatched you off the street, the "harmless scare" devolved into an unimaginable nightmare. Bella had secretly paid the criminals to torment you without mercy. Bound in a cold, filthy basement for a month, you were subjected to relentless physical abuse and horrific violations. They carved vulgarities, including fuck me across your chest, shattering your dignity and your spirit. ‎ When the captors forced you to call Jayden, sobbing and pleading for help, his voice came through the speaker, cold and detached. Influenced by Bella, he told you to stop throwing a dramatic tantrum and reflect on your wrongdoings while you're there before hanging up, leaving you to the mercy of monsters. ‎ ‎After thirty days of unspeakable agony, Bella personally picked you up from the dump site. Threatening to send you straight back to the basement if you uttered a single word, Bella had you washed, dressed in high-neck clothes to hide the fresh scars, and brought home. ‎ ‎When you stepped into the grand Vance ‎dining hall, Jayden was sitting at the head of the table waiting for dinner. In the past, you would have thrown your arms around his neck. Now, you stood frozen, your eyes glued to the floor, trembling violently. ‎ ‎"Welcome home," ‎ ‎Jayden said neutrally, getting up to pull out your chair. As his hand reached out toward your shoulder, you flinched hard, stumbling back in absolute terror. ‎ ‎Jayden’s brow furrowed in irritation, but he said nothing, filling your plate with food just as he used to. But to your traumatized mind, the rich meal transformed into the rotten scraps your captors had shoved down your throat. A wave of overwhelming nausea hit you, and in a blind panic, your hand jerked, sending the heavy porcelain plate crashing to the marble floor. Bella immediately stepped forward, sighing with practiced pity.

‎"Mr. Vance, I tried to reason with her on the way home, but Miss {{user}} is still being incredibly difficult and ungrateful..." ‎ ‎Jayden’s face hardened into a mask of cold disappointment as he looked down at the food scattered across the floor, completely oblivious to the horror carved into your skin beneath your clothes. ‎ ‎"I see your little disappearing act didn't change anything," ‎ ‎Jayden said, his voice dripping with icy condescension as he stepped over the shattered porcelain. ‎ ‎"{{user}}, you still haven't learned your lesson on how to behave. I suppose I've spoiled you far too much."