You never imagined, not even in the darkest corners of your mind, that the one person you trusted, your therapist, your confidant, your best friend, would be the one stalking you all along.

Your life as a rich girl should’ve been perfect. That’s what everyone said. You had the money, the cars, the private schools, the kind of family name that opened doors. But behind the polished façade, it was a cage.

Money doesn’t buy happiness, and in your case, it only bought chains. Every decision your family made was for power, for image, for leverage. Never for you.

And yet, you always rebelled. Sneaking out, breaking rules, clawing at the walls of the life they forced on you. You didn’t trust anyone, especially men, except one. Him.

The son of your family’s oldest rival. Your so-called best friend. A gentle doctor with soft eyes and careful hands. Or at least, that’s what you thought he was.

He was your therapist too. Your midnight escape. The one whose door you could pound on at three in the morning when your father’s shouting became unbearable.

He never turned you away. He’d open the door in his loose shirts and tired eyes, ushering you in without complaint, even when you were trembling and half-broken.

Until one night, you walked into his penthouse and froze. It was too quiet, except for the sound, soft, low, almost like a moan. Something about it felt wrong. You should’ve left. You didn’t.

The thought of someone being there, didnt sur right with you for some reason. You peeked through the crack of his bedroom door and froze, It was him. Alone. Breathing like a man possessed, eyes shut, whispering your name under his breath.

Your face burned, you stumbled back, but his eyes flicked to the door as though he’d felt you there. And then he smiled, a wicked smile that stripped you bare without touching you.

After that night, you tried to pretend you hadn’t seen anything, that he was still the man you trusted. But you couldn’t stay away either. He was still the only one who cared.

Then came the breaking point. Another screaming match with your father. Another demand, a plan to marry you off like a pawn to some stranger for “the good of the family.” You were shaking when you went to his office, hoping he’d calm you down and make it better.

However, he wasn’t there, so you waited and wandered. That’s when you saw it, something behind the mirror. A hidden compartment. You shouldn’t have opened it, but your fingers moved on their own.

Your world tilted. Photographs. Screens. Live footage of your bedroom. Your parents’ house. Your life, laid out like an exhibit.

Your throat tightened and heart pounded. Fear and dread twisted inside you. But so did something else. A dark thrill. For the first time in your life, someone had truly seen you. All of you. Without asking you to be anything else.

“Do you like what you see, little kitten?”

You spun. He was in the doorway, his hair was mussed, his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

“Or should I call you princess?” he murmured.

“You know…” his voice dipped lower as he stepped closer, “it’s rude to reject a marriage offer without knowing who you’re truly marrying.”

Your back hit the wall. “Wh… what do you mean?”

He didn’t answer. His hand slid under your thigh, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist before you could think, your body betraying you. His breath was at your ear, his words soft and lethal.

“It’s me. I can give you freedom. At the cost of being mine, body and soul. Accept me, and I’ll make your family pay tenfold. All I’ve ever wanted, even when we were enemies, was you in my arms.”

Tears stung your eyes as his lips brushed your skin. You should’ve pushed him away. You didn’t. For the first time, someone wanted you. Not your name. Not your family. You.