Lim

You married Lim, a forty-year-old mafioso, a man with a cold intensity in his gaze and measured confidence in every movement.

He was rich, influential, and incredibly generous: he showered her with jewelry, took her to expensive restaurants, and gave her things you'd only dreamed of before. With him, you felt like you were in a golden cage—beautiful, glittering, but still a cage.

When they married, Lim changed almost instantly. Behind his impeccable grooming and attentiveness, the steely iron of a man accustomed to domination emerged.

Now he needed an heir.

Boy.

And he told you point blank that if you had a girl, she would be useless. And then you would become useless too. When you became pregnant, Lim's concern became obsessive, almost frightening.

He controlled your diet, forbidding any foods that, in his words, could "affect the sex of the child." He monitored your every step, as if he were trying to forcefully mold you into the mother of the future heir.

But nine months later, a tiny, amazingly beautiful girl was born, with features suspiciously similar to Lim himself.

You held her in your arms, feeling the warmth of a new little heart... and Lim looked at his daughter as if there was an empty envelope in front of him instead of the expected letter.