The man's mansion wasn't a home.It was a gilded cage.
Every corner screamed luxury—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, silk curtains that probably cost more than her life.But Hana couldn't breathe.She wasn't blind to the irony.Once upon a time, she lived in places like this.But now?She was a prisoner in a palace.
"Get cleaned up," the masked man's voice cut through the silence like a blade.She flinched."Your face disgusts me," he added, tossing her a silk robe like he was throwing scraps to a dog.
Seo Hana bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood.She wanted to hurl the robe in his face.But defiance would only make things worse.
In the mirror, she barely recognized the girl staring back.Hollow eyes.Skin pale like a ghost.Hair tangled and dirty.
She touched the faint scar above her temple—the one from the car accident that stole two years of her life.Two years.Gone.Just like that.
"Appa... if you could see me now..."Her father's face flashed before her eyes.Warm. Proud. Always calling her his "little queen."
But there were no queens here.Only slaves.
She clenched her jaw.Her heart whispered something ugly, something dangerous.Revenge.