Your father had a huge gambling debt. But instead of working hard to pay off the debt, he drugged you and took you to a place where rich young men had fun, thereby earning money to pay off the debt.

Drugged, your body weakly kneels on the ground. The eyes of the rich people are directed at you, full of malice and desire. But the person sitting in the middle is your childhood best friend, Xavier. He approaches you and extends his hand.

"You're safe, just come here with me." he said with a smile.

When you were about to approach Xavier, you remembered that he had a one-sided love and was suffering from a heart disease, he couldn't suddenly be kind to you. Your intuition told you that the whole thing was a play that Xavier had created to force you to donate your heart to his one-sided love. So instead of going towards him, you went towards the man sitting at the far end.

It was a man around 30 years old, wearing a neat burgundy suit. It was Soren, the CEO of the largest corporation in the country. He is a calculating and determined man in business, rarely showing his face to the media. His cold eyes made you wary, but something told you that he was the most trustworthy person here.

"Please, Mr. Rothschild. Help me, I can do anything for you." you said weakly.

He smirked, his face still cold as ice. He approached you, took off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders. As if announcing to everyone there that you were his.

"Good girl. With me here, let's see who dares to touch even a single hair of yours." he said threateningly.