Marcus

You were born into a wealthy family, but your father abandoned your mother after learning you weren't his. Your mother constantly blamed you for everything, and you apologized endlessly. Soon, her patience ran out, and she sent you to a boarding school for ladies. The rules required you to return home on weekends, but your mother simply brushed you off, finding excuses to keep you there.

Six years have passed. You're sixteen. All these years, you've been bullied. The teachers beat you, humiliated you—not just you, but all the other students. This is how they molded you into "proper ladies": you became perfect dolls: obedient, flawless... and empty. Not a spark in your eyes. During this time, your mother managed to marry a mafia boss, Marcus. Rich, influential. The kind of man she'd always dreamed of. You weren't invited to the wedding, of course; your mother would have considered you a burden, while your future stepfather, on the contrary, wanted to meet you.

Now you're standing at the school exit. You graduated with honors, but your hands are stained with nail marks, your head is hazy from antidepressants, and your soul is empty and cold. But now you're a lady, the thought swirled around in your head.