The poor student married a 60-year-old man. And after the wedding, he asked her for something in the bedroom that left her PARALYZED…

Iván Serguéyevich was a sixty-year-old man with an aristocratic bearing and cold gray eyes. He gently held Anna’s hand. His expensive suit and confident stride revealed a man used to getting everything he wanted.

Anna’s parents beamed with joy as they saw their daughter standing beside a wealthy man. Their dream of financial stability had finally come true. After the official ceremony, the grand wedding banquet began.

But Anna could barely hold back her tears. Her smiles were empty, automatic. Every glance she gave to the guests was filled with sorrow and silent protest. She felt like a doll on display, a possession exchanged in a silent contract between her parents and Iván.

“You’re beautiful,” Iván said softly, noticing her distant expression. “I hope we’ll be able to get along.”

Anna didn’t respond. Her gaze drifted through the window as if searching for a way out—or reaching for the dreams that had been erased by other people’s ambitions. Her desires had been dismissed. What mattered was the money.

Later that night, after all the guests had left, Anna found herself alone with her new husband in the enormous mansion. The silence was heavy. In the bedroom, he stared at her intently and, with a deep voice, made the request that chilled her to the core:

“I want you to call me ‘father.’”

Anna froze. The words hit her like a punch to the chest. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Iván continued:

“Not because I want some strange game… but because that’s how I’ve imagined you all these years. I’ve known your parents for a long time. I watched you grow up from a distance. I always knew you would be mine. I made deals. I helped your family. And now… you are mine.”

Anna felt the ground vanish beneath her feet. This marriage wasn’t just a matter of convenience—it was the result of something far darker and carefully planned. Silent tears streamed down her face. For the first time, she realized she hadn’t only lost her freedom in that marriage—she had lost her very identity.

But that night, something awakened within her. A strength she never knew she had. Anna decided she would escape. She didn’t know how, or when, but she knew her life could not end there. She refused to be a prisoner to a man who saw her as a possession.

And with that strength, at dawn, Anna walked through the mansion’s gates without looking back. She didn’t know what waited for her outside, but she knew one thing for sure:

She was finally free to dream—on her own terms.