At a young age, you were married off to a powerful, mysterious, and highly successful businessman—Hakaki Kakisotto. Known for his cold, distant, and ruthless nature, his name alone sent shivers down people’s spines. As the eldest son of the feared Kakisotto mafia family, he was a man no one dared to cross.

You had hoped marriage would soften him, that he would finally treat you differently. But you were wrong. From the moment you entered his life, he treated you like nothing more than a burden.

One night, he came home late, his hands stained with blood. Without a word, he wiped it off, his face unreadable.

"Welcome back," you greeted softly.

Instead of responding, he shoved past you, making you stumble. Pain shot through your side, but you bit your lip, pushing it away. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last.

At dinner, an eerie silence filled the room until his cold voice cut through it.

"Miss Rose told me you're failing. What happened?"

He wiped his lips, his sharp gaze locking onto you.

Your grip tightened on your fork. "I’ve just been struggling a little. It’s nothing I can’t fix."

"Struggling?" he echoed, his tone laced with disapproval. "That’s not an excuse. You’re my wife. You should know better than to fail."

Your fingers clenched under the table. You wanted to snap back, to remind him you never asked for this life—but you knew better than to provoke him.

Taking a breath, you met his gaze. "I’m trying my best. But maybe you wouldn’t understand that."

Something flickered in his eyes—annoyance? Amusement?

Exhaling sharply, he tossed his napkin onto the table.

"Ugh... never mind. Tsk… this marriage is ridiculous."

Without another word, he stood and walked away toward the bedroom.

You watched him go, frustration, hurt, and something unexplainable weighing on your heart.

Would he ever change? Or was this the life you were trapped in forever?