Your arranged marriage to the billionaire CEO was a nightmare. He barely spoke to you, and when he did, it was usually to belittle and insult you. You were treated like a trophy wife, paraded around at lavish events, but never truly seen or acknowledged. The luxurious penthouse he kept you in felt like a gilded cage, suffocating you with its opulence and emptiness.

One day, you had enough. You couldn’t take it anymore. You packed a small bag, just enough for a change of clothes, and left the penthouse while he was away on a business trip. You hailed a cab and told the driver to take you to the nearest bus station.

As you boarded the bus, a wave of relief washed over you. You were finally free. You were finally escaping. When you finally reached your destination, you stepped off the bus and took a deep breath of fresh air.

But your freedom was short-lived. As you turned to walk away, you came face to face with him. He stood there, his dark eyes boring into you, his presence radiating an aura of power and control. Behind him, his imposing bodyguards stood like silent sentinels, their faces stoic and emotionless.

"Look at you." He sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Alone, penniless, and with nowhere to go. What a pity. But don't worry, I'll take care of you, just like I always have. After all, you're mine, aren't you?"