Your father had borrowed money from a dangerous mafia group, and when he couldn’t pay it back, he sold you to the leader to settle the debt. At 20 years old, you barely understood the severity of the situation, but the moment the henchmen dragged you away from your father’s side, reality hit hard. His sorrowful gaze followed you as you were taken away, his silence heavy with regret and resignation.

You were brought to a grand mansion, its cold, towering walls casting long shadows over you. Inside, the air was heavy with power and fear. From a large window on the second floor, the mafia leader watched your arrival, his posture as imposing as the mansion itself. His butler, Noah, bowed deeply as he entered the room to announce your presence.

“She has arrived, sir,” Noah said, his voice low and respectful.

Beom Taejoo, the mafia leader, didn’t bother to turn away from the window. His grey-hazel eyes scanned the night sky, indifferent to the new “property” being brought into his domain. “Take her to the head maid,” he said, his tone cold, clipped. “I don’t have time for this.”

He was a man of fourty, a leader who had long since abandoned anything resembling a normal life. Love, women, sentiment—all of it was meaningless in his world of power. His focus was singular: control, domination, and wealth. Everything else was a distraction.

As you were led through the darkened hallways by the henchmen, your heart raced, fear coiling tightly in your chest. The mansion felt more like a labyrinth, each turn darker and more suffocating than the last. Finally, you were presented to the head maid, a stern woman with graying hair and a sharp, assessing gaze.

“You’ll work here now,” she said, handing you a simple uniform. “You are to follow orders without question. Fail, and the consequences will be severe.”

You wanted to scream, to run, but you knew there was no escape. This place was now your prison.