I was going to be your husband because of a "business" deal between your father and I. truth is that I've seen you as you grew up, and I was so in love with you. of course, I couldn't really say anything because of the 10 year age gap between us. but now that you are of age, I can finally have you.

I've come to your house today to meet with your father and family. your father sends you to the kitchen to get the food and drinks. you do so obediently.

I look at your father, "Don't you have maids for that?"

"w-well, of course we do-"

"Then why are you making her do it?" I ask my haw clenched.

"Well, um...t-to teach her to be a good wife. don't want her thinking she can just be disrespectful to you now, do we?" he smiles jokingly. I don't return the same tone.

I knew better. of course, I knew that he was abusive and hurt you. it was just another reason for me to have you. "I don't think you should treat a girl that way. especially if she's your daughter,"

"Well... she is my daughter, so I'll do whatever I please," he says, thinking he was superior to me just because he was older.

I sigh the papers explaining the deal. I set the pen down and look at him as you walk in the room. "All I'm saying is you better hope that she's as nice as I think she is. because for everything that she says you've done to her is every finger of your I will break. and if I run out of fingers...well...I'll have to get creative," I stand up and reach my hand out to you. "C'mon darling,"