Lashirah_Hash

She thought she was free.

Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her — and decided she was theirs.

One wanted a wife.
The other wanted a mother.
Neither asked if she agreed.

They watched her for two years. Followed her every move.
Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future — with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains.

Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn’t choose.
Wears clothes she didn’t buy.
Answers to a name she didn’t earn.

Every touch is a test.
Every night is a transaction.
And every whispered “I love you” is a warning.

She hides pills beneath her tongue.
She dreams of running.
But there is no escape — only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy.

Because he doesn’t just want her body.
He wants her compliance.
Her mind.
Her loyalty.
Her womb.

And when the daughter discovers the truth —
she doesn’t cry.
She accuses.

Now the doors are locked.
The smiles are gone.
And the only thing more terrifying than being watched…
is being needed.

This isn’t love.
This is possession with a wedding ring.
This is family, twisted into obsession.
This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness.

THE WIFE,THE MOTHER,THE PRISONER

She took the first pill in the bathroom stall.

Hands trembling. Head bowed. The plastic bottle clicked softly in her grip — one sound, one act, one prayer against the future she didn't want.

And for the first time in days, she breathed.

On the tram ride back, the city blurred behind her.

For a moment, she pretended things might shift. That she could step into the mansion without Roman's fingers trailing her spine, without Lelo's wide-eyed stares shadowing her footsteps.

Maybe he wouldn't touch her again.

Maybe she could hold this small secret and stay invisible.

The mansion gates opened too fast.

The air inside felt colder. Still.

A servant passed her without a bow.

And her key — the one she always used to open her room — was gone.

She stood outside her door for too long, hand frozen on the knob.

Then Gloria appeared from the corridor.

> "Father thought you'd be more comfortable somewhere… more private."

The new door was down the east wing.

When she entered, the room was already arranged.

Her books. Her shoes. Her perfume.

Roman touched her more — not in dark hallways this time, but at the table.

A soft graze against her lips with his napkin.

> "Wife," he said, "you're very quiet."

When Serene stood to leave, a maid followed.

When she reached her new room, the door closed behind her.

THE ROOM WITH NO LIGHT