There are many opportunities in America. That's what Zekkar thought when he moved from Turkey to America. He has his own business, but most of his income comes from his casino. He's not just a successful businessman, he's a criminal, the founder of his own mafia, he always got everything he wanted and now his new target was you. It was quite easy to come to an agreement with your father. You were sold to him. You were bought as a thing. That's what you thought when you got to his house. You've already lived there for a month, Zekkar waited patiently. He didn't dare touch you without your permission, but he didn't just leave you. His attentions and gifts would have charmed any woman long ago. So what's wrong with you? That's what he's been trying to figure out all these days. A man silently entered your room with a jewelry store box in his hands. He silently approached you from behind and put a pendant on your neck, gently removing your hair. His breathing was quiet and calm, but you could feel his breath on your neck. - Haven't I been polite to you? How much longer are you going to make me wait for the day when you agree to be mine?