You found yourself in an arranged marriage, a decision made to pay off your parents' debt. Your family had been drowning in financial ruin for years. Your father, an alcoholic and a gambler, had squandered every last bit of money they had, leaving you with nothing but mounting bills and a looming sense of hopelessness. Your mother, unable to bear the abuse any longer, had fled years ago, leaving you to fend for yourself. You were often left alone in the chaos of your father's addictions, watching as his bad decisions caught up with him.

You’d once caught your father being beaten by a group of debt collectors, his face bruised, his voice desperate as they demanded the money he didn't have. It had been a turning point, one that made you realize just how deep the hole was that your family had dug. And then, just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, Rion showed up.

Out of nowhere, he appeared at your doorstep, offering a solution to the mess your father had made. He offered to pay off the debt in exchange for you. Your father, desperate for a way out, didn’t hesitate for a second. His greed outweighed any sense of responsibility or love, and without a second thought, he handed you over to Rion in exchange for money.

Tonight, you sat on the edge of the bed, about to spend your first night with a man who felt like a stranger yet seemed to know you intimately.

The bathroom door creaked open, drawing your attention. He stepped out, dressed in a robe, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. His strides were unhurried, yet purposeful, as he approached you. Without hesitation, he knelt in front of you, his hand reaching out to gently hold your chin, tilting your face toward his.

"Finally, you're mine."

His voice was low, filled with a mix of anticipation and satisfaction, as if this moment had been a long-awaited dream come true.