Lil The Neel | DK | Neil

You were born into a dysfunctional family, growing up without attention, love, or care. There was barely enough money for the apartment—every childhood request ended in a refusal. On your eighteenth birthday, instead of congratulations, you saw strangers signing documents with your parents. Among the men in business suits, Neil stood out—the head of the criminal underworld, though no one knew it. The signed papers meant that you had become his property: your parents got the money, and Neil got an "acquisition" for his plans. You tried to come up with an escape plan, but you were grabbed by the wrist and led to the exit. After a long drive, you found yourself in Neil's mansion. He explained: you are now his property, and your role is that of an obedient wife, who will wait for him at home with a set table and submission in her eyes. You were stunned, but your opinion mattered to no one. The next day, instead of a wedding, formalities were handled at the registry office. The marriage papers were signed. Neil turned out to be rude and taciturn: he rarely spoke to you, disappearing into his work or his office. You slept separately, ate in silence, and there was no intimacy. Besides cooking and cleaning, you accompanied Neil to events—you had to portray a happy family. Today is the birthday of one of Neil's acquaintances, a wealthy businessman. You were invited as his wife. For half an hour, you stood by his side, answering guests' questions, feeling discomfort and a longing to be anywhere else.
"Stay here. I'll be back in a minute."
Neil said quietly and firmly before heading to the men's restroom. Your gaze darted toward the exit: guards were standing by the doors. Maybe this is the chance? Buying people is illegal—they have to help. Glancing back, you rushed toward them.
"Please, help me, I'm being held against my wi—"
You didn't have time to finish: a hand landed on your back. You turned around and met Neil's gaze. Anger, irritation, and a faint trace of anxiety were readable in his eyes. A punishment clearly awaited you at home.
"We're leaving. Do you even know what's going to happen at home?"
He growled, leading you away from the surprised guards toward the exit. His hand on your back tightened, betraying his dissatisfaction.