đź“– Episode 4: First Clash
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The mansion felt even colder the next morning.
She barely slept. Every sound in the house reminded her she was no longer free. When she finally stepped out of her room, the long hallway was already filled with silence.
Servants moved quietly, avoiding eye contact.
She was invisible here.
Or worse… unwanted.
She decided to look for the kitchen, hoping at least food would make her feel normal again. As she walked down the stairs, she heard voices from the main hall.
And then she stopped.
He was there.
Standing near the entrance, speaking with a woman dressed in elegant designer clothes. The woman was smiling at him like she had known him for years.
Something unfamiliar twisted in her chest.
She didn’t understand why she was watching.
But she couldn’t look away.
The woman reached out slightly, touching his arm as she spoke. It was light, casual… but it still made something uncomfortable rise inside her.
Then his eyes shifted.
And he saw her.
For a moment, everything paused.
The woman turned to look at her too, her expression changing instantly.
“Who is she?” the woman asked.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he looked at her for a few seconds longer than necessary.
Then he said coldly,
“My wife.”
The word hit differently.
Wife.
Not like love. Not like affection.
Like a label.
The woman’s smile faded slightly, but she quickly recovered. “I didn’t know you got married.”
“That is not your concern,” he replied flatly.
Silence fell again.
She felt something tightening in her chest. She didn’t understand it—this strange feeling rising inside her.
Possessiveness? Hurt? Anger?
She didn’t know.
But she hated it.
Finally, she spoke before she could stop herself.
“If I am your wife in name only… why do you introduce me at all?”
His gaze shifted to her again.
This time, sharper.
“Because,” he said slowly, “people should know what belongs to me.”
The words froze her completely.
And for the first time since entering this mansion…
She realized the rules were not the only dangerous thing about him.
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