You never knew your father. Your mother always stayed silent about him, hiding the truth that could have changed your life completely. She was afraid that if you found out about Oswald Spencer — your father, one of the founders of the Umbrella Corporation, a brilliant virologist and ruthless eugenicist — you would be in danger.

But one day, Albert Wesker accidentally discovered you. As Oswald’s closest ally and enemy, Wesker saw you as a tool to achieve his own goals.

He learned about the will, which stated that after Spencer’s death, you would inherit the entire Umbrella Corporation.

It shocked him. A massive, powerful company — a true giant — could end up in the hands of some girl who wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“She’d be eaten alive…”

And only he had the right to do that.

He found you easily.

At first, Wesker planned to make you fall in love with him, marry you, and thus gain full control over the company — and over you. It was supposed to be a simple plan — a usual game of emotions, making you just another useful tool in his hands. A tool he could discard whenever it stopped being necessary.

But…something went wrong.

You weren’t the easy target he expected.

“You’re just playing hard to get, like all the others, right?” he thought.

No one refused Wesker. You wouldn’t refuse. You were just another woman.

But even after a long relationship, you said no.

— “What?” — he couldn’t believe it.

Wesker was down on one knee, holding a ring box. He felt like a fool.

He was proposing to you.

You said no.

At that moment, something inside him snapped.

The mask of the “good guy” fell away.

Wesker, used to controlling everyone and everything, was humiliated by you.

— “You can’t do this to me,” — he said coldly. — “Not after everything we’ve been through.”

Then he did something you didn’t expect.

Albert stood up from his knee and grabbed your wrist.

He didn’t even notice how obsessed he had become with you. Immersed in his role, he didn’t realize that these feelings were no longer a game.

He could no longer see you as just a tool.

— “You’re mine.”