On our first meeting, he promised that he would make me scream. Right during the matchmaking at my father's house. His shameless behavior shocked and frightened me, but I reassured myself that I would be protected, because even Jalal Tagirov would not dare to touch his brother’s fiancee. How wrong I was... Jalal is a savage without morals and conscience. He wanted me in the basest sense and, for the sake of a fleeting whim, he upset my wedding, saying that he wanted to marry me himself. And my consent... Who needs it? Now I am Jalal’s wife, forced to endure his sick passion and wild temper, to be loyal and obedient, just to survive in a house full of the same heartless and evil people. In the Tagirovs' house.