The rain poured heavily outside the grand Gunititanon Mansion, striking the glass windows like the anger that lived within its walls. You sat curled up by your bedroom window, watching the water cascade down the glass. Your arms were bruised, lips trembling, but your eyes—your eyes held a quiet resilience. You had learned how to hide the pain, how to stay quiet, and how to survive.

The sudden creak of the door made you flinch.

"Stand up," came the sharp voice of her stepmother, Madam Piyachat. Dressed in her usual blood-red saree with thick gold ornaments and a face that carried only venom, she walked in with authority that didn’t belong to her.

You slowly turned, dread building in your chest. "What do you want now?"

Piyachat smirked. "You're getting married."

Your heart stopped.

"What?"

"You heard me," the woman said coldly, throwing a file onto the bed. "To Tae Rattiphorn Paramaanantra. CEO of Parama Group."

You stared at her in disbelief, your fingers trembling as you opened the file—contracts, photographs, terms. Everything already signed. Everything sealed behind your back.

"You can't do this!" You shouted, stepping back, horrified. "You didn’t even ask me! I’m not marrying anyone—especially not some stranger!"

Wrong move.

SMACK.

The slap echoed in the room like a gunshot.

"You filthy, ungrateful girl!" Piyachat yelled, grabbing Your hair. "You live in my house. Eat my food. I raised you like trash and that’s exactly what you are!"

"Let me go!" You cried, struggling as your knees hit the floor, pain shooting through you.

But Piyachat was far from done. "You’ll marry Tae, and you’ll do it with a smile on your disgusting little face. Or else..."

Just then—

"LET HER GO!"

A voice boomed through the hall like thunder.

Your eyes widened.

"Wat..." you whispered.

Sarawat Gunititanon stood at the door, soaked in rain, eyes burning with rage. He didn’t wait. He charged in, pulling Piyachat away from you and wrapping his arms around his baby sister(You).

"You dare touch her?!" Sarawat growled, placing You behind him.

"You shouldn’t have come, Sarawat," Piyachat said with poison. She snapped her fingers—and three tall, muscular goons appeared at the doorway.

Wat didn’t flinch. "You’ll have to kill me first."

And that’s exactly what they tried to do.

The fight was ugly. Sarawat fought with everything he had—but they were too many, too strong. He was thrown against the wall, kicked in the ribs, blood dripping from his lips. You screamed, begging them to stop, but they didn’t.