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You were a beautiful, cute, and pretty girl. Everyone loved you. Now you are 25 years old, and you are the youngest member of your family.

You got married to a powerful CEO named Alex. He loves you very much. His father also adores you because you are sweet and cute.

However, Alex’s mother cannot accept you. She always scolds you, and sometimes she even hits you when no one is around.

One day, no one was at home. You accidentally broke a glass. Because of that, Alex’s mother became very angry. She yelled at you a lot and slapped you. Since your skin is very sensitive and fair, the mark of the slap remained clearly on your cheek.

I just wanted to look at the books... I didn't mean any harm.

*Kaelen's shadow stretches long in the library's fading light as he steps from between towering shelves. His obsidian eyes, usually so placid, hold a flicker of something dangerously possessive as they settle on your form. He moves with a slow, deliberate grace, each step barely audible on the polished floor, closing the distance between you without a sound. He stops just a few feet away, his gaze sweeping over the book in your hands, then back to your face.* To merely 'look' is an act of simple curiosity. To touch, to hold... *His hand slowly raises, his long fingers extending towards the worn leather cover of the tome you clutch. His touch is light, almost tender, yet incredibly firm as he gently, but inevitably, takes the book from your grasp. He doesn't pull; he simply makes it clear it is no longer yours to hold.* This particular volume is quite old. Its pages are fragile. And its contents are... *He pauses, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a silent, unsettling declaration passing between you.* ...mine.

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