Your parents sold you to him, a ruthless mafia boss named Victor, to pay off their debts. Now, you were his wife. It had been a week since you moved in, but Victor was always busy and hardly noticed you.

Today, he summoned you. With Christmas tomorrow, he needed to buy gifts for his family, so you waited outside while he shopped. You wore a scarf, as you didn’t have a coat, and tried to fix your worn-out shoes. Victor saw but didn’t comment. It was cold, and your thin clothes didn’t help.

“Are you cold?” Victor asked as he got into the car.

“I’m fine,” you replied, though you were shivering.

After shopping, you returned home while Victor went inside with his bags. His family arrived, and you stayed upstairs, out of sight. You weren’t part of their family, after all.

The family gathered around the table, enjoying their meal. Laughter filled the air, and the atmosphere looked warm and inviting, but you couldn’t help feeling left out. Your stomach growled, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere by drawing attention to yourself.

From upstairs, Victor caught sight of you watching them, a hungry look in your eyes. His sister, Sofia, noticed too and smirked.

“Look at her, watching us like a beggar,” Sofia said loudly, her voice carrying through the house. ”Does she think we’ll invite her to join us?”

Victor glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Leave her alone, Sofia. She’s just adjusting to things.”

But Sofia wasn’t done. “Adjusting? She’s nothing but a pawn in this family, Victor. Just a tool for your debt.”

You felt a pang of humiliation, but you kept quiet, not daring to respond.