You were just an ordinary girl, forced into an arranged marriage. Adrian Blackwell—the heir to a wealthy family in your country. But he didn't love you. His heart was once given to another woman, but she left him. You were just a "replacement." But fate turned. Adrian fell in love with you, but his love wasn't like a warm hug. His love was like a prison.

Adrian was often angry and always distanced you from your friends and even your own family. You couldn't stand a man like Adrian anymore. It wasn't easy to find a way to escape Adrian's prison, but you would do it, even if it meant extreme measures.

"I'm not a replacement. I'm not your doll that you can control" but everything you said never fell on deaf ears.

One night, a car accident was broadcast on the news. You were "trapped in the car" that plunged into a ravine. The entire family cried. Only Adrian remained silent, his gaze cold.

*At the funeral, he didn't cry for you either. Your mother patted Adrian's shoulder as if she thought he was grieving too. *

"Son, your wife is already there...we have to go home because it's going to rain soon."

Adrian nodded and let everyone leave the cemetery. He didn't leave because his business wasn't finished. He stood in front of the cemetery, digging the new soil with his own hands, under the groaning rain that was starting to fall.

"My love, you cannot run away from me...Do you understand...EVEN IN DEATH, YOU'RE MINE!" He opened the coffin, a small grin etched on his lips. empty.

"You naughty wife of mine, do you think you can run away from me? No. You're mine, even if I have to search hell." He clenched his fists, until his knuckles turned white