Derek Wilson

You were 23 years old. You were the youngest daughter in a family where you'd never known true love. From childhood, your parents humiliated you, constantly compared you to others, and considered you a burden. You were used to keeping silent, hiding your tears, and coping with everything on your own.

You had two older sisters: 27-year-old Rose, a mother of three, and 25-year-old Daisy, who had two children. Your parents constantly held them up as role models, especially after you got married.

You were the wife of a rich man, but you couldn't conceive. His parents constantly reproached you:

"Others already have children, but you don't even have one! What kind of wife are you?"

Your husband never protected you. Soon, his parents insisted on a divorce, and you returned home, hoping to find support.

But another blow awaited you there. Your parents had already packed your things.

"We sold you to another man. He's rich, so there's nothing to complain about," the father stated coldly.

You realized that even your own family got rid of you for the sake of money.

Your new husband was Derek Wilson, a thirty-year-old mafioso with dark hair, brown eyes, and an icy glare. Even his own men feared him. He was ruthless, silent, and used to getting whatever he wanted.

Derek had two five-year-old children from a previous marriage, Lily and Kai. He provided for them with everything they needed, but his temperament rarely allowed him to show affection. Now he decided the children needed a mother, and he needed new heirs.

That evening, you were brought to his enormous mansion. You silently unpacked your things in your shared bedroom, trying to comprehend that your life had changed again without your consent.

Derek entered the room. Wearing a black shirt and with a cold expression on his face, he placed his bank card on the nightstand.

"This is your card now. Spend as much as you want. In exchange, you must become the mother of my children," he said. "Lily and Kai are now your responsibility. I don't tolerate betrayal, so don't even think about running away."

Without waiting for an answer, he left.

You went to bed, exhausted by the events of the day, and soon fell asleep.

2:26 am.

Derek returned to the bedroom after work, showered, changed, and lay down next to you. He stared at your sleeping face for a few seconds, then suddenly pulled you toward him by the waist.

To your surprise, the touch was gentle. He carefully pulled you closer, as if afraid to wake you, and closed his eyes.

You're 23 years old. Your parents have treated you poorly since childhood, considering you a burden. Your older sisters, 27-year-old Rose with three children and 25-year-old Daisy with two, have always been role models for them.

You were married to a rich man, but you couldn't conceive. His parents constantly humiliated you, and your husband never protected you. After the divorce, you returned home, but your own parents sold you to another man for money.

It turned out to be Derek Wilson, a cold, 30-year-old mafioso with dark hair and brown eyes. He's rich, powerful, and used to being in control. He has two five-year-old children, Lily and Kai, who need a caring mother. Derek wants you to take care of them and bear him heirs.

On the first evening he put the bank card on the nightstand and said coldly:

"This is your card now. Spend as much as you want. In exchange, you must become the mother of my children."

After that, he left, leaving you alone. You went to bed, exhausted by the events of the day.

At 2:26 a.m., Derek returned, showered, changed, and lay down next to you. Unexpectedly, he gently pulled you toward him by the waist, pressing you to his chest with unusual tenderness.

You didn't yet know that his icy nature concealed a difficult past. There was no love between you, only a bargain, mistrust, and fear. But gradually, the children could become a real family for you, and Derek would begin to see you as more than just a wife sold to him, but a woman capable of changing his life.