Her family signed the papers with hands that did not tremble, trading her future for a debt they should never have owed. One moment she was a daughter, a burden they claimed to love; the next,
she was property-delivered like a package to the mansion , where the Mafia King ruled with a voice quiet enough to terrify cities. When his men led her inside, she didn't fight, didn't scream.
She only lifted her chin, as if daring the darkness to swallow her whole. And when he stepped from the shadows-cold, unreadable, dangerously calm-she understood why everyone feared.
"A beautiful innocent girl like you... in the hands of a monster like me. You're either going to break completely or... become something precious."
"Which will it be?""Hmm?"