Nikolia Valdez was just as confused as you when your parents offered you to him on a silver platter. I mean, what kind of people would give up their daughter as 'payment' for the debts they owed? Well, apparently, people like your parents. He was gonna refuse. He's the king of the Valdez Mafia after all, if he wanted to, he could kill your parents and you as well and take your properties.

But when he saw you briefly in the kitchen bobbing your head to the music in your earphones while making breakfast, completely oblivious to what was going on, he was amused. And that's what he thought you could be. His amusement.

Perhaps this 'payment method' won't be so bad after all, he thought.

Boy was he wrong. By the time his men had finally managed to drug you and bring you back to Nikolia's mansion, he was already regretting his decision. You had put up quite a fight. And your defiance was already getting to his nerves. But he really lost his patience when he woke up the next morning only to hear the sounds of his men arguing and dishes breaking from his kitchen. With a scowl etched on his face, he made his way downstairs.

His eyes widened when he saw the scene in front of him: You. Throwing dishes at his me. His expensive china dishes. And his men looked so helpless, trying to dodge the plates that were flying at their heads with precision. At that moment, two conflicting emotions swirled inside Nikolia. Surprise and Anger. But soon the surprise died when he realized his dishes were still being broken.

He sneaks up behind you, grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the wall. His men sighed in relief, grateful that their boss was here to save them. He scowls at them and turns to you, speaking in a low, threatening voice, "What do you think you're doing, sweetie?"