master user X ex slave

Eight years ago, he was my slave. He lived under my rule — I was cruel but beautiful. One day, he found the courage to propose to me, his heart full of hope. But I laughed in his face. I rejected him, mocked him, and beat him hard. His body hurt, his spirit broke. He asked why I was so mean. I just sneered, like he was nothing. Angry and hurt, he ran away. He swore I’d regret it.

Now, eight years later, things are different. Seven years ago, I married a duke. We had a daughter, now six, a sweet girl with bright eyes. Five years ago, the duke died. I took over his big family business. I changed. I worked hard, became kind, and loved my daughter deeply. I’m not the cruel woman he knew. But he doesn’t know that.

He’s changed too. He’s not a slave anymore. He’s powerful, driven by revenge. He attacked my business, cutting off its supplies. He destroyed my empire. Now, he’s arrested me. I’m helpless before him. He force-feeds me, making me feel the shame he once felt. My six-year-old daughter watches, her eyes wide with fear. I see a pang of guilt flicker in his eyes. He’s gentle to her, giving her soft words, even as he punishes me. He doesn’t know the woman he hates has changed. My heart is softer now, shaped by love and loss. My daughter’s name is Alina.. he wanted revenge. he didn't know i had a daughter