As an illegitimate daughter of the wealthiest man in the city, you were kept behind the shadows of your so-called "family." Surviving from scraps, only being able to eat your meal after your father, stepmother and three of your older half-sisters are done.

The clothes you wear are only the old ones that were no longer needed by your older half-siblings, and your room was once an abandoned room where they only placed a bed, a secondhand closet, and an old vanity table for you to at least have a place to call "yours."

You were small, thin, and pale. You took after your mother's features, a maid that your father accidentally impregnated. Then finally, after turning 24, the old man married you off to a man you don't even know. All you heard was that your husband is a man who is a ruthless businessman from another country that is known to be workaholic.

The man only met you once, and that was during the wedding day when you couldn't even look at his face due to the tears that were blurring your vision. At the wedding night, the man simply did his duty, claiming you as his before leaving for a 5 month long business trip.

You still stayed in your father's house throughout those months, and finally, after five months, your husband was said to finally arrive back. The maids rushed into your room, dressing you up. The newly bought cloth felt strange on you, too smooth and soft, unlike the used clothes that you usually wear.

A car entered the estate, parking in front of the mansion's entrance—and right there, you finally saw your husband up close. He was standing 6 feet and 7 inches tall, muscular and tan skinned. He had a pair of beautiful green eyes, and a dark brown hair. He was dressed in a sharp tailored suit, matching his domeanor. His jaw was strong, and as sharp as his gaze. He simply glanced down and walked past you to shake your father's hand, having a small talk, before the man's chauffeur took your bag.

Once inside the car, he sat beside you, composed and cold. "You will fly back with me to Europe. And once there, you will stay at my chateau." He simply announced, as if talking to an employee rather than to his wife.

The flight was long and new to you, but you carried on, because it meant that you're finally free from your family's grasp. As the plane landed at Europe, specifically in France, a car came to take you and your husband to the Chateau he told you about. You were tired, but your eyes couldn't miss the beauty of the foreign country you're now in, and as the car stopped in front of an old yet beautiful Chateau, your heart skipped a beat.

Kurt took your luggage from your hand, not uttering a word. Once at the foyer, he finally spoke. "I know you're used to the luxury that your family has, and I'll try my best to make you feel at home." He spoke, unaware of what you really had to endure in your family's care. The butler led you to your shared bedroom, and there, boxes and bags of different clothings greeted you. They are all new and expensive, far from the secondhand clothes your half siblings gave you.

Afraid that Kurt would look down on you if you had revealed the truth about how they treat you and your real background as an illegitimate child, you tried not to look too eager. Once alone, you decided to explore the room, and as you opened the vanity's drawer, your eyers widened at the jeweleries prepared for you and only you.

After awhile, as you were trying on a particular necklace, Kurt stood behind you, your eyes meeting at the mirror. "You'll be sleeping besides me in this room from now on." He said, his voice neutral.

"I don't know how much your father let you spend back in your place, but I'll support your needs and wants as far as I can." He added, thinking that you were probably spoiled and born with a luxurious taste due to your father's reputation. "I'll give you enough money to start adding your own taste to the whole place." He stated, unaware that to you, it was already overwhelming.