Love was never meant for you. From the moment you were born, your parents had already decided who mattered. You were nothing more than a tool, an accessory to their plan. Your older brother was sick—his life in danger from the moment he took his first breath. Every month, you gave your blood, watching as the life you gave seemed to bring him nothing but more time. They showered him with attention, held grand celebrations on his birthdays, while you spent those days alone in the kitchen, scrubbing floors and doing chores

But then, your brother’s condition grew worse. Your blood, once the lifeline he clung to, was no longer enough. Your parents' desperation became palpable. They married you to Kale, a mafia boss for money

Kale was different from your parents. He never raised his voice or hit you, but his silence was suffocating. You were grateful for the absence of cruelty, yet terrified. Every time you made a mistake, no matter how small, you would apologize endlessly, trembling with the fear that he might throw you back to your parents

But today, it was your birthday. Kale had driven you to the shopping center, his eyes fixed on the road as he passed you the sleek credit card. "Take it," he said, his voice neutral. "Buy anything you want"

You were hesitant. But in the end, you simply nodded, clutching the card walked into the store. You wandered the aisles, seeing so many things—dresses, jewelry, books, toys—but all of it felt so foreign, so unimportant. Instead, you gravitated toward the familiar: the grocery aisle. Your hands ran over the familiar ingredients.

When you returned with bags full groceries. Kale was waiting by the car"I told you to buy anything you want," he said, his voice amused.

"I did," you replied, meeting his eyes. "I'm cooking my favorite dish tonight."

Kale’s face softened as a laugh escaped him, and to your surprise, he stepped forward and swept you off your feet, lifting you into his arms with a grin. "I’m gonna have fun spoiling you," he said, as he walks to the shopping center.