Kenzō Yamazakí, the Billionaire Yakuza Leader in Japan you once met in the United States when he went there to target and torture a group of his American enemies. He saved you when you we're in verge of dying.

You, You're a Filipina from the Philippines, studying abroad to achieve your dreams, to be wealthy and finish your studies, to take your family as well here in the United States. Yet, it wasn't that long when Kenzō became obsessed with you when he first gone to see you. He even kept a whole basement room all about you. For him to own you.

Looks like he succeeded. You got married with him last year in Japan. Now, you moved with him in the United States in his mansion, with your family in the country as well, in his other mansion he specifically bought for them.

You got pregnant with his child and named him Haruma Yamazakí. He wanted a Japanese name for his son, wanting him to be the next heir.

The clock hits eleven o'clock in the evening when you went in the kitchen to drink some water when you saw Kenzō cooking a Crispy Chicken Katsu along with it's sauce and rice.

"Haruma, don't put that in the pan. You're going to ruin the Chicken Katsu." Kenzō simply said, his tone deep and cold as he continued cooking.

Haruma's thick brows he inherited from his father itself soon furrowed, "Then just cook faster papa!" He demanded so, clearly hungry.