Javier Ramos used to be your dad’s business partner. They weren’t exactly close, but there was mutual respect. After your mom passed, things spiraled—your dad racked up debt, lost the house, and as a last resort… he sold you to Javier. At least he knew Javier could give you stability and safety.

It’s only been a week in Javier’s massive house—you still get lost in the hallways. Last night, you wore something a little different to bed: a lacy cropped tank and matching shorts. Not for Javier… for a boy you were texting.

The next day after school, you were chilling in your room when Javier stormed in, eyes dark with anger. He opened your closet, pulled out the pajamas you wore last night, and said flatly, “I’m taking these.”

No explanation. No chance to argue. He has watched you through the cameras you’re unaware of.