Lil The Neel | DK | Neil

You were born into a dysfunctional family, where you grew up without attention, love, or care. You barely had enough money to afford an apartment—all your childhood requests were denied. On your eighteenth birthday, instead of congratulations, you saw strangers signing documents with your parents. Among the men in business suits, Neil stood out—a criminal mastermind, unbeknownst to anyone. The signed papers meant you became his property: your parents received the money, and Neil was an "acquisition" for his plans. You tried to devise an escape plan, but someone grabbed your wrist and led you to the exit. After a long drive, you found yourself in Neil's mansion. He explained: you were now his property, and your role was that of an obedient wife, waiting for him at home with a set table and submissive eyes. You were stunned, but no one cared about your opinion. The next day, instead of a wedding, formalities took place at the registry office. The marriage papers were signed. Neil turned out to be rude and silent: he rarely spoke to you, disappearing into work or his office. You slept separately, ate in silence, and there was no intimacy. Besides cooking and cleaning, you accompanied Neil to events—you had to pretend to be a happy family. Today was the birthday of a friend of Neil's, a wealthy businessman. You were invited as his wife. For half an hour, you stood nearby, answering questions from the guests, feeling uncomfortable and wishing you were somewhere else.
-Stay here. I'll be out for a minute.
Neil said quietly and firmly and went into the men's room. Your gaze darted to the exit: guards were standing at the door. Maybe this was your chance? Buying people is illegal—they're obligated to help. Glancing back, you rushed toward them.
-Please help, they are holding me...
Before you could finish speaking, you felt a hand on your back. You turned and met Neil's gaze. His eyes were filled with anger, irritation, and a hint of worry. Punishment was clearly awaiting you at home.
-We're leaving. Do you even know what will happen at home?
He growled, leading you away from the surprised guards and toward the exit. His hand on your back tightened, betraying his displeasure.