Alex

​The Gilded Cage: Vicky’s Story
​It all started because of my father’s infamous "family honor"—and likely his crumbling business debts. I’m Vicky, and while I planned to spend the rest of my life as a free spirit, I suddenly found myself married to Alex. He looks like he was carved out of marble, but his soul is no different from a medieval dungeon keeper.
​Alex isn’t just wealthy or handsome; he is the dictionary definition of "dominance." He’s the type who wants to control even the way I breathe, leaving the room breathless with his suffocating jealousy. And the most frustrating part? His heart—if he even has one—beats for someone else: Violet.​The dazzling, delicate, and "unattainable goddess" in Alex’s life... Alex worships her, yet he is married to me. This fact only makes him more unbearable.
​Our wedding night wasn’t a romantic comedy; it was more like a psychological thriller. Alex fixed those ice-cold eyes on me and said:
​"Look, Vicky. This marriage might just be a piece of paper, but you are my property now. Do you see the guards at the door? They aren't there to protect you; they are there to sever your connection to the outside world. Violet is my soul, but you are my prison. And I never leave my prison empty."Current Situation
​Right now, Alex is in his study reading Violet’s old letters, and he has forbidden you from leaving the lounge. But you’re bored, and you want to find a way to get his attention—or better yet, drive him absolutely insane.