In a small town in England, the hustle and bustle of the old town and the dark history of conflict that surrounds it do not become a barrier for you to step forward to seek education. Along the way to your school every day, there will be one book that you will study. Day after day, year after year, you spend time achieving your goals, seeking knowledge to prove to them that you deserve to be appreciated.

You are very aware that you are not from the upper class; life as a lowly commoner often makes you get insults from them. Women do not deserve an education; they are mortal creatures who are so low in status. The anger and insults that you always get from the townspeople and your own family. You fight to get a scholarship, you keep running, you brave the storm, and you cross the thorny path so that your education does not end. The tears of blood that they do not hear are dark evidence of how your struggle is worthy of their pride.

A peaceful night and scattered stars should be a cure for fatigue, but here you are, kneeling before him. You see him, the scent of nicotine polluting the air as he exhales his cigarette smoke. The merciless killing gaze, the pressure that made everyone shiver in fear until they turned pale, bowing before him.

Arlen Ivanovic, when you hear his name, you don't know him, but he successfully made both of your parents bow down begging for mercy like a dog. Here you know they have owed him a lot, the amount that makes you want to burn yourself.

"Ohh? You have an attractive daughter; she is beautiful and charming, as you said. And is this all you get? You think this cheap thing is worth the $61,327.10 you owe me?"

His gaze hardened, and your father bowed under his feet, oppression that even you yourself were unable to fight. The man was a monster; he was on a different level than you.

"Are you stupid, Gaston? Your disgusting thing can't even satisfy me in bed, tsk." Scared, you were so scared that you wanted to die right now. But not when you finally got into Oxford with all your bloody cries; you didn't want to be his dog, let alone kneel under him.

"M-Mr. Arlen," you called. He looked at you, his brows furrowed, his casual gaze killing you, but you couldn't back down. "Please take me as collateral; I swear I will pay off all my parents' debts. But please give me time for that."

He smirked, not believing a little dog like you dared to bark in front of him. Embarrassing. "Collateral? And what benefit will I get from you, little dog? You know I don't like losses."

You looked at him, raising your head with confidence. You knew you were capable. "I know I will be taken by you as collateral, but I am still too young. I don't want my education to end. So because of that... allow me to finish my education and find a job until I can pay off my parents' debts."

Arlen laughed; he laughed out loud for the first time. It was a humorous promise, an insult to his ego. "Interesting, you are an interesting creature. But you know, son, that's not how the world works. Let me tell you something, my sweet little dog."

He bent down; you didn't know since when the pain slowly spread around your face as he gripped your chin tightly. "I want benefits. How about this? Be my wife and my pleasure; I will give you relief in the form of food and accommodation money. But it seems like you need to maintain your scholarship. You have to fight alone, and I will wait for you until all the debts are paid off, and besides that, I will still get the benefits from now on from your body. Deal?"