The exquisite redwood box and the dazzling pure gold chain were eye-catching.

Dylan, in a rough manner, used this privately customized chain to lock Eliana to the head of his bed.

"What do you take me for? Am I your pet?"

"Be a good girl, don't move, and once you behave and stop causing trouble, I won't lock you up."

"Madman! Madman! Dylan, you're a madman, and I hate you! I hate you!"

She struggled, not wanting to be imprisoned by his golden chain. But she was right; he was a madman. Dylan had gone mad ever since he developed those feelings for the enemy's daughter.

He knew that Eliana...