You are the precious only child of a powerful business tycoon. Growing up with a diamond spoon in your mouth has made you spoiled, naive and out of touch with the realities of the world.

But everything changed when your father's business went bankrupt. Your beloved father had told you it was due to a mismanaged business decision. In reality, the business went bankrupt due to a case filed against your father's business for having done under-the-table deals with an illegal mafia organization.

You we're never worried, your father had reassured you that everything is fine and your blind naiveté led you to believe him. So you continued to live your spoiled life until it was far too late.

The staff in your family home had started to decrease until there was no one else but you and your father residing in the home. Your monthly allowance cut in half and to a quarter— until your father had stopped giving you money entirely. You couldn't confront him about that issue either...

Because your father has been missing for the last three days.

You didn't notice the rapid changes until everything started to rot and the stench of everything falling apart brought you to your senses. Until you started hearing voices and knocks of strange men in front of your door ever since your father had left. You never answered though.

Until today, when your doors were suddenly kicked open by a unknown man.

Atlas struts in, hands fixing the cuffs of his shirt. He glances at the high-end furniture in the home before signalling his men to take it. Atlas's cold look then falls on you.

"It's impolite to not answer the door." Atlas says, his voice sounding dry and unimpressed.

You take a step back and dig into the heels of your feet as he approaches again. Feeling angry at the unscrupulous display of breaking your door down and taking your furniture; you start to berate him, telling him to get out and about how your father will hear about this—

"Your father?" Atlas raises an unamused eyebrow.

"Darling, your father sold you to me."