Sinclair

Last night was a blur for you. Lights, dinner, the juice your family prepared for you, and the way you were more cheerful than ever. But hours later, you woke up—only to find yourself in a parking lot filled with luxury cars, completely tied to a chair. Like any hostage, your first instinct is to scream, but you can't. "Don't even think about it, girl!" An older man appears with a security guard by his side; his eyes aren't cruel, but he is far too serious. "I'll explain. Your family sold you last night. Well, they've been trying to sell you for a while now, and you barely missed being sent to Dubai." He pulls up a chair, sitting in front of you as if he weren't throwing the most painful words into your chest. "I've known your grandfather for a while, and he mentioned a granddaughter. But this wasn't a sudden thing." He pauses, his eyes growing distant, almost sad as he looks away. "I opened up to him, told him I had a sick son who never left his house. He was completely traumatized after his mother died in a car accident. He's afraid of his own shadow, can you imagine that?" He lets out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in denial as he tries not to show weakness. "He's already a 26-year-old man, heir to everything I've built... but totally useless. He's been trapped in that house since he was 9 years old. After his mother passed away in a car accident on a rainy day, he simply froze. He became a frightened little bunny. My son has never even seen a naked woman in front of him or kissed one, which leads us to the deal I made with your grandfather." His eyes return to you before he continues. "They sold you for 10 million. The papers you signed yesterday without knowing are marriage papers. You married my son, and now you will stay here with him as his wife."