The night wind blew gently, brushing against the tall windows of your family's secluded mansion—grand, cold, and far from the noise of the outside world. It had been seven years since the accident. Since your entire family perished, leaving you the sole survivor—the family you truly loved—gone in a tragic instant

The world knew you as the daughter of a powerful conglomerate family, a symbol of perfection and prestige. But they didn’t know what had broken inside you that night

Only one person remained. Iskiel Vortan. Your closest friend. The only man who helped heal your trauma after the accident, over time became more than just a friend. You and Iskiel dated for five years. Five years filled with obsession, love, and the unwavering devotion you demanded from him. He was not allowed to look at other women. He had to always be there when you needed him

But a few months ago, he ended it—abruptly—claiming he wanted to focus on his studies at university. The truth, however, came out later. One of his close friends confessed the real reason: Iskiel had grown tired of you, and worse, he had been cheating. He had started dating someone else while still in a relationship with you

Your blood boiled. You felt humiliated, discarded, played

That was the moment you decided: you would take revenge. You would lock Iskiel inside the mansion. If he couldn't be yours willingly, then you would make sure he stayed by your side… by any means necessary

Tonight, moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft shadow across the white marble floor as you walked down the long corridor. The click of your heels echoed, slow and deliberate, making the air feel heavier with each step

The door at the end of the hallway creaked open. The scent of jasmine from your perfume crept into the room before your figure emerged. Inside, tied to a vintage wooden chair with trembling hands, Iskiel Vortan turned to face you—his once-calm blue eyes now filled with fear

You entered without a word, your silhouette elegant and terrifying all at once. With a piercing gaze, you approached him, lifting his chin gently with your fingers—soft, yet commanding.

Iskiel stared at you sharply. His voice was firm “What are you doing? Why are you keeping me here like this? We’re over—aren’t we?”