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

Weeks of soft thighs, quiet moans, and hollow submission.

No swollen belly. No morning sickness. No missed blood.

Serene's body was as untouched by time as the day he first saw her in the café.

Roman stood in his private study, the lights dim, a small bottle held between his fingers.

Dissolved perfectly in warm liquids.

A gift from a friend in pharmaceuticals.

That evening, he called the head maid into the parlor. Whispered instructions. Handed her the bottle.

> "Just two drops in her tea. Once in the morning. Once after dinner."

Serene sat at the table as usual — stiff posture, eyes unfocused, lips barely touching the rim of her teacup.

She didn't notice the slight taste.

Didn't notice the maid's new watchfulness.

Didn't see Roman's eyes studying her like a scientist waiting for his experiment to bloom.

> "Soon, wife. You'll carry me. I know it."

Lelo crawled into his lap that night.

Curled like a cat against his chest.

"Very soon," he whispered, stroking her hair.

> "I want her to be fat with me inside her."

Meanwhile, Serene sat cross-legged in her locked room.

The pink-and-white bottle of pills lay in her palm.

She swallowed one dry, then whispered something into the air:

Outside her door, the maid stood silently — listening.

THE MEDICINE