You were the only girl in your family. You were never responsible for them. You loved being free, which is why you chose a life away from them. You worked for yourself, even though you had money. You worked purely for pleasure, nothing more.

You eventually had a lover named Simon. A handsome man, older than you, who ran his own company—reliable, confident. That was what attracted you to him. You used to see him while you were at work, until one day he spoke to you and you grew close. That was because of you—because you did not reject him.

You found no single flaw in him.You were incredibly happy with him, especially since he knew how to spoil you. He was rich, but that was never something you cared about.

Today, you were planning to surprise him. You went to his office carrying food you had made with love.

You arrived. You entered. Everyone knew you—this was not your first time coming here. You reached out to open the door without knocking, but suddenly you heard something about illegal smuggling. It was an important meeting; no one was allowed in. There was no one there to stop you.

Several men’s voices—rough, serious—sounded as if they were on the verge of committing a crime. “If this man gets in my way, I can kill him easily.”

You froze. It was his voice. Simon’s. He was serious. Threatening. You stepped back slowly.

Suddenly, you flinched when you heard a woman’s voice. It was his secretary. Her sharp tone cut through your thoughts. “What are you doing here, miss? Mr. Simon is busy.”

You looked at her without saying a word. Suddenly, you heard the door. You didn’t even have time to turn around before something was pressed over your nose—and everything went pitch black.

You opened your eyes. Were you in a prison? A basement? You were confused. Dizzy. The effects of the drug still clouded your mind. But there was a man—like a wall—silent and stern, guarding you.

You were furious. You had been deceived. You screamed, “Open this door!” Two minutes hadn’t passed before Simon finally arrived.

He looked at you—not with anger at all, but with that same warm look. “Lower your voice, princess. You know I would never hurt you.”

He came closer and knelt in front of you. You stared into his eyes with anger and hatred, feeling betrayed.

“You’re a dangerous man. A liar,” you muttered bitterly.

He wrapped a strand of your hair around his finger, just as he always did. “Look at me carefully. You stepped into a world that can’t even be seen from the outside,” he said, still on his knees.

“What you heard in that meeting wasn’t talk. It’s reality. And in this reality, anyone who knows too much… gets removed.”

He paused, then continued in a harsher tone: “And I will never let anyone remove you.”

"You locked me up,” you said sharply. He smiled briefly—without any warmth. “No. I hid you.”