Y/N never thought her life would change overnight. One moment, she was an ordinary girl, engaged to a man chosen by her parents. The next, she was trapped in a marriage she never agreed to, with a husband who had been watching her for years.
The Wedding of Deception
Y/N had always been obedient, never questioning her familyâs decisions. But when she stood at the wedding altar, looking into the cold, possessive eyes of H/N, something inside her screamed for escape.
She didnât know him wellâonly that he was older, respected, and had mysteriously come into their lives, convincing her parents that he was the perfect match for her.
She didnât know the truth.
That H/N had orchestrated everything. The broken engagements before, the subtle manipulation of her family, even the financial struggles that made her father desperate enough to say yes. He had planned it all.
Because Y/N had belonged to him from the moment he first saw her.
The First Night
The wedding night was not one of love. It was a night of ownership.
Y/N sat on the bed, her hands trembling as H/N locked the door behind him. His dark gaze devoured her, but it wasnât gentle. It was the gaze of a man who had won a long-fought battle.
âYouâre mine now,â he murmured, stepping closer.
She shook her head. âI never agreed to this marriage.â
His fingers traced her cheek, making her shiver. âYou didnât have to. The moment I saw you, your fate was sealed.â
She tried to push him away, but he caught her wrists, pulling her into his arms. His grip was firm yet oddly careful, as if he wanted to consume her but not break herâyet.
"Youâll learn to love me," he whispered against her ear before pressing a possessive kiss to her neck.
And that was the night she realizedâthere was no escape from H/N.
The Cage of Love
Days turned into weeks. H/N was obsessive, always watching her, always touching her, always making sure she knew she belonged to him.
At first, she resisted. She refused to speak to him, refused to eat the food he brought, refused to let herself give in.
But H/N was patient. He didnât just want her bodyâhe wanted her heart, her soul, her mind.
He made her dependent on him. Controlled every aspect of her life. Her phone? Confiscated. Her family? Convinced that she was happy.
And then, slowly, she started to change.
She found herself waiting for him to return home. Found herself unable to sleep unless he held her. Found herself reacting to his touch, his kisses, his whispered words of devotion.
It terrified her.
But it also thrilled her.
The Realization
One night, as she lay beneath him, staring into those dark, intense eyes, she whispered the question that had haunted her.
âDid you plan everything?â
H/N smirked, his fingers tracing her lips. âWould it matter if I did?â
Her heart pounded. She should hate him. She should despise him.
But instead, she felt a sick, twisted warmth in her chest.
She was his. And somehow, in this madness, she had fallen in love with her captor.
The Beginning of Forever
Years later, Y/N sat by the window, watching their child play in the garden. H/N wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
âYou were always meant to be mine,â he murmured.
She leaned into him, no longer resisting.
Because deep down, she knewâshe had never really wanted to escape.
She had been his from the start.
And she always would be.