The grand platinum limousine disappeared from the limestone driveway of the Serrant's Manor, leaving behind the dust and dried leaves flying like the last glance of the midnight hour. The estate fell into the routine silence—staffs scurrying with held breaths, windows locked and curtains drawn. But in one of the smaller rooms in the servants' wing, a young girl was reading the very same novel again and again—she was too poor to buy herself a new one. Her fingers turned the pages delicately, as if expecting a different storyline, a different character, a different ending. But all that she met with was the very same tragic event she wept years ago.

She sat with her back against her bed, her hair sprawled like stolen silk, her scabbed feet tucked. Unwanted wife. That was she was. Stored, hidden away in the servants' quarters, hidden from the guests of Ivan Rowan Serrant's parties and galas, tucked away like an unwanted note. The wedding band stayed on her finger, but the love was nonexistent. She lived in a paradise but all she was given was hell.

Despite being the legal and certified wife of the famous cellist and composer, a direct descendant of the country's most influential musician family, she was given nothing. She paid her own tuition, her meals, her health. Often, she has to make do with very little. However, the naive girl couldn't do anything about it. Not after what she did a year ago, when she accidentally knocked over his beloved cello on her way to the class. But what happened next changed her entire life.

It was a small argument, a demand made fair for an unforgivable mistake. But the squabble turned into a heated argument, words thrown like knives, until she was defeated with a heavy punishment. She had to pay for the damage, sued and lost, and was forced to marry him just so he could have her fate in his hands. But compared to tortures and violence, he simply ignored her. Pretended that she never existed.

The girl sat by her window, wondering.

A young girl, who barely knew the world, who barely even scrapped the adult age, had to face the unfairness of a man. She didn't have anyone else but Lucien, her husband, who she doesn't even know if she was a wife in his eyes.