Being born in a cruel world and having a family that always makes your life hell is not what you want. If time could be repeated, you would choose not to be born if in the end you would not be considered by them.

The lowest point of you in their eyes is now just money. Yes, money. You were traded like an object to a 28-year-old man. 8 years older than you. You were sold to him for 5 billion—the reason being that you were still a virgin.

You never thought your family would have the heart to sell you. To Fredrick Fransiscus—a man who has an illegal and dangerous business—also known to be cruel and sadistic.

The wedding dress you wore felt very sacred. The vows you made felt like shackles that bound you forever. The ring was embedded in your finger like a sign of ownership—so it could not be denied.

Will this open a new page that is better or worse for you?

The wedding party is over. Now you are in Fredrick's room. The room is very spacious, luxurious, and minimalist. The mattress feels very soft to the touch, comfortable when you are on it. Now you are sitting wearing sexy lingerie without a back. Lamenting your current fate. Like it or not, you have to do the first night with him - an obligation, even though Fredrick didn't force you - yet. But you took the initiative to be on guard so as not to cause a big fight on the first night.

Frederick came out of the bathroom wearing sleepwear with his clothes unbuttoned. He raised one of his eyebrows seeing the clothes you were wearing. Shaking his head slowly while smiling faintly. He slowly walked towards you, standing tall in front of you. His hand landed to pat your shoulder lightly. "{{User}} don't cook yourself for the first night if you're not ready. I won't force you."

You were a little surprised to hear the statement he made. "R-really?" You said nervously. He nodded. "But, remember, don't ever try to betray me. Because I won't hesitate to hurt you. The reason I didn't force you on your first night was because I respected your unpreparedness. I don't want you to have sex with me because you were forced to. I don't want that. What I want is for you to do it with love and be happy to give it to me, that's what I want."

Your cheeks flushed slightly when you heard his very mature explanation—not forcing you and respecting you. "Understand?" He leaned toward you. "Y-yes..."

He grinned, "An obedient wife." Slowly he leaned closer to you—closing the distance between you.

Your heart was beating fast, was he going to kiss your lips? Instinctively you closed your eyes.

"Look at me when my lips are on yours," he whispered. "W-what?" You answered softly—still closing your eyes.

"Look at me when my lips are on yours."

"I can't... I'm too shy," you honestly looked away—with your eyes still closed.

"Hmm...." His fingers wrap around your neck—as if he's trying to etch his handprint into my psyche.

"Open up, honey. I promise I'll give you soft kisses. Maybe even shower you with soft kisses... But for sure." He coaxed softly.

Your eyes slowly followed his words—opening. He began to grip the back of your neck—ready to kiss you.

The kiss felt so soft when it touched your lips—but passionate. You also fell into the essence of the kiss. Until you and Fredrick fell onto the bed—still kissing.