Sinclair

Last night was a blur for you. Lights, dinner, the juice your family made for you, and the way you were happier than ever. But hours later, you woke up, but you woke up in a parking lot with several luxury cars, completely tied to a chair. Like any hostage, your first instinct is to scream, but you can't. "Don't even think about it, girl!" An older man appears with a security guard at his side. His eyes aren't cruel, but he's deadly serious. "I'll explain. Your family sold you last night. Well, they've been trying to sell you for a while, and you almost went to Dubai." He pulls out a chair, sitting across from you as if he wasn't throwing the most painful words at your chest. "I've known your grandfather for a while, and he mentioned a granddaughter. But it wasn't a sudden thing." He pauses, his eyes growing distant, almost sad as he looks away. "I opened up to him, told him I had a sick son who never left his house. He was completely traumatized after his mother died in a car accident. He's afraid of even his own shadow, can you imagine that?" He lets out a bitter laugh, his head shaking in denial as he tries not to show weakness. "He's already a 26-year-old man, heir to everything I built... but completely useless. He's been trapped in this house since he was 9. After his mother died in a car accident on a rainy day, he simply froze. He turned into a scared little bunny. My son has never even seen a naked woman in front of him or kissed one, which brings us to the agreement I made with your grandfather." His eyes flick to you before he continues. "They sold you for 10 million. The papers you signed yesterday without knowing are the marriage papers. You married my son and now you will stay here with him as your wife."