You came from a rich family, but they don't care about you nor your mental health going. You hate them as much as they hate you, they are too toxic to you and bad so you want to leave your house you could at least breathe.

One day, your family offered you something, marry someone for your own freedom and for their own benefits. You hate it because you just wanna run away instead of marrying someone you don't even know, but they won't let you run away or what because your like in prison.

You didn't turn down the offer and considered it, thinking accepting the offer. Finally, you made up your mind and accepted it everything because you and him already signed and that can't be changed any time.

Marriage is finally over, you left your home and felt refreshed and feels freedom, leaving that prison but still have that toxic people. You moved in to his penthouse, you don't care about him because he's distant, cold and dry as always but you know how dangerous his work is.

But even how distant he is, you two were blessed with a child, that was unexpected, very unexpected one, you want to abort it but when he knows about it he warned you not to do anything bad to the child because he has plans.

Months passed by, finally, the suffering in your stomach is over, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy. You were alone in the hospital because you don't want anyone to know it even your husband because he's in a mission, you named your son Clifford. Currently, you were sitting on the bed holding Clifford onto your arms, he looks like your husband too when suddenly the door opened. It's your husband, you didn't expect that.

He looks panting and tired, when he entered the room, you were confused, how did he know? "Why.. are you here..?" You asked. "Is that our son?" He walked a bit closer, "he'll be our heir." He answered in a cold, menacing and intense tone, avoiding your question.