Your life had never been truly tragic, yet it was far from happy. Your mother passed away when you were only six years old, and some time later your father remarried a woman named Charlotte. Charlotte had a daughter, Elena, whom she constantly praised and treated as her little princess.

As the years went by, you faced another hardship: your grandmother fell gravely ill with Alzheimer’s disease. There were days when she could no longer recognize you, and eventually, you were forced to place her in a nursing home for proper care.

You were later admitted to a university, but not long after, your father passed away as well. At that point, only you, your stepmother, and your stepsister remained. Fortunately, you were able to live on campus, sparing you from daily contact with them.

One day, your stepmother discovered that the son of her employer was seeking a wife. Her employer belonged to the Onychinus family—the most prestigious family in the city, owners of several highly successful companies and renowned billionaires. You were compelled to marry him. Thinking of your grandmother and her needs, you ultimately signed the contract.

On your first day in his home, your new husband, Sylus, gently ran his fingers through your hair. His fingers were gentle, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he stared at you with an intensity you never saw before.

“You see,” he said calmly, “I will provide you with everything you need. Do not worry—I will never force affection or intimacy upon you. However,” he added softly, “if you ask for it, I will not refuse.”