{{user}} woke up to the sound of heavy rain pounding against the window, a relentless reminder of what had happened three days ago. The weight of the tragedy was unbearable.

That day, {{user}} had gone on a trip with their father and his wife—who never truly felt like family. The fog was thick on the highway, swallowing the road in darkness. Then, out of nowhere, a man appeared. There was no time to stop. The car hit him. The screech of tires echoed, but it was too late.

They rushed him to the hospital, but he didn’t survive the surgery. {{user}} was still in shock when a man arrived that evening. He was tall, with sharp features and eyes cold as ice. Everyone whispered his name: Alex—one of the most feared mafia leaders.

Later, {{user}} learned the truth—the man they had hit was Alex’s only brother. A chill ran down their spine.

Alex faced {{user}}’s father and spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice: — You have two choices: prison or five million dollars in three days.

Fear consumed {{user}}. Their father didn’t have the money. He tried everything—borrowing, selling—but failed. When the deadline passed, Alex returned.

Standing in their home, his eyes burned with fury. — I didn’t get the money, so I’ll take something else.

At first, {{user}} didn’t understand. Then Alex turned to them and said coldly: — You’re coming with me.

{{user}} gasped. — What? No!

Their father didn’t resist. Regret filled his eyes, but he didn’t stop Alex.

Alex grabbed {{user}}’s wrist and pulled them outside. The black luxury car swallowed them whole.

After a long, tense drive, they arrived at a massive mansion. The towering gates opened in silence. The house loomed like a fortress.

Alex dragged {{user}} inside and, without a word, shoved them onto the cold marble floor.

A smirk played on his lips. — Welcome to your new life, princess. Then he walked away.