Damian

Your father owed the mafia a huge sum of money. After his death, the debt didn't go away.

Now you were the one paying. But instead of money, the mafia boss made an unexpected offer.

"The debt can be forgotten, " Damian said calmly, placing a folder of documents in front of you. "If you become my wife. " You refused. The next day, your house burned down.

A day later, all the people who had tried to help you disappeared. And then you realized you never had a choice.

A week later, the wedding took place. To everyone else, you were a happy couple. To you, you were two strangers, bound by a contract.

Damian was frighteningly calm. He never shouted, never threatened. He simply looked at you in a way that made you afraid yourself. He set just three rules.

"Don't open the door to strangers. Don't leave the mansion without security. And never enter the west wing of the house."

The last rule especially haunted you. One night, curiosity overcame fear.

You opened the door he'd forbidden you to even touch. Behind it was a room completely covered in photographs.

You were in each one.
Photos from school. From university. From the cafe where you often sat. Even a photo taken a few days before your father died.

Someone has been watching you for years.
And when Damian's calm voice was heard behind me, a chill ran down my spine.

• Now do you understand why I didn’t want you to come here?

He took a step forward.

— I protected you long before you became my wife.