Your parents were always cruel, they often beat you up. today, your father’s cruelty reached a new level.

At a dimly lit gambling den thick with smoke and desperation, he placed his last bet. “If I lose,” he sneered, voice slurred, “she’s yours.” His opponent a bloated old man with greedy eyes nodded eagerly. The game was short, Your father lost.

Without a backward glance, he dragged you—still trembling—into the den’s suffocating heat, where laughter stank of alcohol and cheap cigars. He shoved you into the old man’s arms. Tears comes from your eyes the man’s hands fumbled at your clothes.

Before his touch could do more than make your skin crawl, a deep, commanding voice cut through the air like a blade.

“I’ll pay you more than two million yen. Give her to me.”

Silence fell like a hammer. The voice belonged to a tall, broad-shouldered man named Yusuke. His eyes glinted with a sharp intelligence, and his presence made even your father flinch.

Time blurred. Papers were signed, hands shook. You were sold.

Now you sit in the passenger seat of Yusuke’s sleek black car as the city’s neon lights flicker past. He hasn’t spoken a word to you, nor has he even looked at you with anything but quiet respect.

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