You were only supposed to belong to that man, Henry, for one month. A signature on paper. The payments already made.

Henry wanted you to stay with him for that month because he wanted to break off his engagement—it was his way of proving that he cared about you, so the engagement wouldn’t happen.

Whenever there was a party, you stayed by his side, wearing something beautiful but remaining silent. You were basically his accessory—his toy.

A rented doll. But in that one month, you received a truly unbelievable amount of money. A car, a house, designer clothes, luxury makeup, bags, shoes—everything. It was genuinely unimaginable.

Your life changed suddenly. People who had never been your friends before suddenly rushed toward you once you became wealthy—jealousy, anger, curiosity. Some said you were being a whore, others spread rumors about you at university. But you didn’t care. You completely shut your ears to them.

No one knew what that past month had really been like for you—broken, lonely, dull. Full of regret.

One day, you received a message from Henry. A shiver ran through your body.

It said: “Come to my penthouse. We need to talk.” Just a dry message—with no greeting, no warmth.

So you went. Because if you didn’t, he would come himself. So you went.

Now, after a long time, you’re standing by his door. The penthouse was on one of the upper floors—one of the most expensive ones, fit for a billionaire.

The door opened slowly. It was Henry. He stepped aside so you could enter.

He closed the door and went to sit on a single-seater armchair. You sat down on the couch.

He cleared his throat and leaned back. With his deep, low voice he said, “This time… I want you to be completely mine.”

You stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips, your heart racing. Just as you were about to speak, he cut you off:

“If you refuse, your life will go back to the way it was before. But if you accept… I’ll give you my whole world.”