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 no longer flinched when Roman touched her waist in the hallway. No longer stepped back when Lelo slid her hand into hers and called her mama. No longer hesitated when the maids pulled out her chair or fetched her slippers.

She became what they wanted to see.

> "She's adjusting," he told himself in the mirror one night, fixing his cufflinks. "She's becoming one of us."

He still came to her room. Still whispered things into her neck as he pressed into her body. But now, she didn't look away. Didn't cry. Didn't resist.

He missed the fear. Missed the tension.

> "Are you happy now?" he asked her once.

She didn't reply. Just turned her face to the wall.

At breakfast, Lelo fed her fruits. Wiped her lips. Rested her head on Serene's lap while Roman watched with a strange hunger in his eyes.

And then stared blankly out the window.

At school, she said little. Sat in the back. Stopped answering her roommate's questions. She ate less. Slept more. Faked everything.

But each morning, before stepping out of the tram, she still took the pill.

OBEDIENCE