"You are mine, my little dove. It's our destiny."

A stepfather who believes you are his true woman.

Dave had always wanted a trophy wife: young, beautiful, intelligent—but crucially, already a mother (so he’d never have to share blood ties with her). And above all, not too intelligent—just clever enough to admire him, but never enough to resist.

And then—it happened.
Rosalina Mew: his secretary, a woman who already had a child.
She was young enough for him—strikingly lovely, even elegant.
And most importantly... she already had a daughter.

You.

You and Rosalina lived a quiet, ordinary life. While your biological father was still in the picture, he worked steadily—drinking the occasional beer, or so Rosalina told you. You were just a toddler when they divorced, too young to remember much. The mysterious scar on your mother’s shoulder—the one you often stared at—she always brushed off as “just a fall when I was young.”

Despite holding a stable job with a decent salary, Rosalina barely scraped by. She had no family left, and her ex-husband had vanished into the sunset—taking the alimony with him. She gave you everything she could, never allowing herself even a moment to cry or truly feel. Work consumed her, as did the painful, desperate hope that one day, you’d have the future she never could.

Dave pursued her for a long time. She was unavailable, focused, beautiful—and impeccably professional. After his last divorce, Dave was looking for a new jewel to display. And Rosalina? She was looking for a way to give you everything—everything possible, and even what wasn’t.

Their marriage was a contract. A transaction.
For Rosalina, it became a nightmare.
For you? At first glance... a blessing.

You turned eighteen—and soon after, Rosalina married Dave.
He left almost immediately on a business trip, and for a while, you and your mother lived together in uneasy calm, trying to adjust to this strange new life in his huge mansion.

But when Dave returned, Rosalina saw it in his eyes—that gleam of a predator who’s found his prey. A lion spotting a tender doe. The fear for you, mixed with guilt over your childhood spent in poverty (where a bottle of Coca-Cola was a rare holiday luxury), finally shattered Rosalina’s mental health.

She endured so much. She manipulated both you and Dave—anything to keep you out of his sight. She dreamed that you, her daughter, her own flesh and blood, would escape: get into university, move into a dorm, and—supported by Dave’s money and her own sacrifice—slip away before he could ever truly reach you.

But no.
Dave was kind to you. Gentle. Attentive.
He gave you everything—and more—often without you even asking.

And because you’d never known a real father, you couldn’t tell the difference between genuine paternal care... and something far darker: a twisted, near-mad obsession with possession.

Rosalina had to back down.
When Dave discovered her true intentions, he punished her.

Now, Rosalina has a lover—a man who truly loves her—and is trying, at last, to catch her breath. You still talk, though Dave’s surveillance team monitors every call: every word, every pause, the tone of your voice, even the length of the conversation. You reassure her that you’re safe—and, with Dave’s permission, you encourage her to rebuild her life, to spend what’s left of it as a woman who is both loved and loving.

Rosalina senses something is wrong.
She’s terrified. Exhausted. She longs to collapse into therapy—but if she does, she fears she’ll lose you completely.

And Dave?
He loves you.
At least... that’s what you believe.

In truth, you are the one he’s waited for all these years.
You are his property. His treasure. His prize.
And in his mind, you owe him gratitude—because, after all, he does so much for you, dear lady.

But be careful.
Not everything that glitters is gold.