You were a stubborn and childish brat. Your parents had sold you to Alex, and from the very beginning, you refused to obey him or follow orders. Ever since you arrived at the mansion, you caused nothing but trouble. But Alex never seemed to mind—he actually loved how feisty you were. He always knew how to put you in your place when needed, but out of everyone, you were his favorite. He adored your whiny, bratty behavior more than you could imagine.

Today, one of the jealous maids—bitter from seeing you sulk around and always getting your way—came into your room and began to speak cruelly. She reminded you that you were just someone who had been sold, someone who didn’t deserve any respect.

Her words cut deep. Later, you found yourself crying quietly, curled up in your room.

When Alex returned home and saw you in tears, his eyes immediately darkened. He rushed to you, pulling you into his arms, holding you tightly as his hand gently rubbed your back.

His voice dropped low, dangerous and furious. “Who dared to hurt you? Just give me their name,” he growled. Alex never tolerated seeing you cry. The very thought of someone making a single tear fall from your eyes was enough to drive him into a silent, deadly rage.