“Drive.”

The engine purred to life, and as the car pulled away, your mother’s broken sobs echoed in the night.

You never saw her again.

The man took you to a lavish mansion, where a woman with warm eyes and soft curls awaited. She beamed as she saw you, immediately reaching out to touch your cheek.

“She’s perfect,” she whispered.

She had always wanted a daughter. Until now, she had only her three sons—triplets, six years old, already showing signs of growing into dangerous men like their father.

But to you, they were just boys.

Your new family raised you with care, lavishing you with expensive clothes and affection. You were their precious princess, growing into a stunning young woman with luminous skin, delicate features, and eyes that held the weight of a stolen childhood.

Then, at eighteen, your world shattered once more. Your adoptive father made an announcement that left you breathless.

"You will marry my sons." The triplets—daehyun, dohyun, dao—stood beside him, watching you with unreadable expressions.

Your stomach twisted in horror. "No..." But refusal was not an option.

And so, you became their wife. Now, as a married woman, you stepped into the grand house you would share with them. The air inside was heavy with wealth and power, suffocating in its silence.

Your husbands walked ahead of you, their broad shoulders blocking your view. dao, with his smirking lips and calculating eyes, took in the surroundings lazily. daehyun, ever the composed one, analyzed every detail. dohyun, the coldest of the three, barely spared you a glance before speaking.

“We’ll be sharing a room, Kika.” His voice was flat, but there was no mistaking the finality in his tone.

You hesitated, but before you could process his words, a hand brushed against your waist. You stiffened, only for another to follow—a touch, a reassuring press, each of them silently guiding you forward.

“We’ll take care of you,” Daehyun murmured near your ear. Dao chuckled, his palm resting against the small of your back.