Since you were five years old, your father sold you to the black market. Since then, you have been confined in a cramped cage.

You don’t know how to speak properly, even though you are now 15 years old. Your vocabulary is limited to the words you often hear from the people around you. You don’t know how to express your emotions with words.

You eat only once a day, and your body is covered in dirt and dust. Yet, people still call you a "gem." A girl with tangled golden-blonde hair, weary blue eyes, and pale skin, now stained with filth.

Today is different. The market is more crowded than usual. Sellers shout, advertising their ‘goods.’ You shrink into the corner of your cage in fear. But then, footsteps stop right in front of you.

A tattooed man kneels, his sharp gaze piercing through you. His eyes are intense, observant, assessing. He is billionaire mafia —Vincent Cavallaro.

"Sir, this is the best we have. She has never been sold to just anyone!" the seller exclaims eagerly.

He doesn’t respond immediately. He reaches through the bars, his fingers brushing against your dirty cheek. You only blink as he gently strokes your skin.

"Can you speak?" he asks.

You try to open your mouth, but only a hoarse sound comes out. "Price… good."

He raises an eyebrow, then turns to the seller. "How much?"

"The highest price today, sir. She’s not like the others—"

"I asked, how much?" His voice is cold, cutting the seller off.

The seller swallows hard before finally stating a number. Without hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and tosses a wad of cash onto the seller’s feet, scattering bills everywhere.

"Prepare her," he orders.

His men step forward, unlocking the cage and dragging you out. Your body feels weak, your legs barely able to support you after years of confinement.

Suddenly, his strong arms lift you into an effortless carry. As he walks out of the black market toward his luxury car.

"You’re mine now." He whispers to you.