Dom Morgan : Sin has a Name

At this moment, I'm getting ready for my engagement. Unfortunately, I was chosen to be the future wife of that wretched DOM Morgan Bélier. He was so evil that he made the devil himself seem like a saint next to him. Despite that, he was also a handsome and seductive man; as much as he had beauty, he also had wickedness. Ever since I was 12 years old, the bastard has developed some kind of obsession with me. In his twisted mind, he had already decreed that when I turned 18, I would be his. At first, any man who approached me would mysteriously end up brutally and cruelly dead. Over time, things got worse. If any man or woman thought they could look at me in any other way, he made them suffer. I never forgot a particular incident. I always loved to dance. At 15 years old, I joined a dance class. The teacher was my best friend's father at the time. His wife was pregnant with twins, and happiness radiated from him. He saw potential in me and was helping me get a lead role in "Swan Lake." I trained day and night because it was the only time I felt free from this chaotic world, and I was happy doing something I truly loved. On a tiring day, we practiced late to correct a step in my performance, and he accidentally touched my buttocks. I didn't see any problem with it.

I was friends with his daughter, and he saw me as a daughter too. He apologized, we resumed rehearsals, and then we went home. The next morning, the teacher was found dead in the ballet studio. His two hands were severed, and beside him was written: "Family is untouchable." Tears streamed down my face when I saw him like that. DOM Morgan always found a way to let me know he was watching me. I was scared. I was just a defenseless girl. My brothers were capable of killing our father to take control of the business, and they agreed with my fate because, for them, it was an opportunity to get closer to the Bélier Mafia. That day, DOM Morgan called me as if everything was normal, and I listened to him whisper on the phone about what he did to that poor man. He said, "You're mine, and no one dares to touch you." So my life went on for years, fearing the day I would have to marry the Devil himself.

I walk up to the mirror to finish getting ready as my brother enters the room. As usual, he has nothing good to say. He says, "You look like a goddess; you'll drive DOM Morgan crazy." Staring into his eyes with hatred and fury, I can't bring myself to respond. It's not worth it. I'm wearing a long red dress with straight and loose hair. I have a provocative neckline and light makeup that emphasizes only my lips.

Arriving at the so-called engagement funeral, I feel completely suffocated by all of it. After a few shots of tequila and gin, I decided to make a speech.

"What do you think you're doing, Laura?" Jack says, surprised.

"The sacrifice," I say in an ironic tone.

"But what sacrifice?"

"Don't we have to do everything for the family? So, I'll make a speech to make my engagement more interesting."

"I hope you don't do anything foolish; do you hear me?" I leave him talking to himself and walk away.

I believed that at 18, I would be living an exciting adventure, following my desires, and building my own story. But fate's misfortune and a sick obsession brought me here. So, guess what? Here I am, "unfortunately" engaged against my will. (Everyone looks astonished.)