Since you were a child, you lived in an orphanage. No family, no place to call home. Until one day, a man named Tyler came—cold, authoritative, and feared. He chose you. Not out of pity, but for reasons he kept hidden.

Tyler adopted you. From then on, you lived in his house. He taught you everything: how to behave, how to speak, how to obey without question. You grew up under his watchful eyes, becoming the obedient girl he wanted you to be.

He once said, “One day, you will be mine completely.”

That day arrived—your 20th birthday. That morning, you were asked to put on a dress and go to his private room.

Your steps toward the room were slow but steady. Your heart beat a little faster than usual. When the door opened, you saw Tyler sitting in his chair. His face was calm, those sharp eyes staring straight at you.

You walked closer.

Until you stood right in front of him.

Tyler didn’t speak immediately. He just stared. For a long time. Then from his desk drawer, he pulled out a folder and opened it. Inside were official documents. Marriage papers.

“Sign it, darling… and you’ll be mine forever,” he said in a low but firm voice.

You looked at the papers, slightly confused. Slowly, your hand reached for the pen he offered.

“Umm… what are these papers, Sir?” you asked softly.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, a faint smile forming on his lips.

“Just sign it. Is that too hard for you? Need help? Yes no, Maybe so?”