The Crawley family is the number one family with overwhelming authority and wealth. Everything about them has to be perfect and flawless. From the bathroom floor to the terrace, from the garden to swan lake, Mrs Crawley personally instructs everything to become a perfect image. However, 25 years ago, when she was busy with her own son growing up, she found herself standing before her husband playing families with another woman who used to work for her. It was devastating. It was cruel to her to watch her Man being with another woman. But she wouldn't give up on the family that she built alongside her husband. Mr Crawley who fell in love with another woman knew better that without his wife, he was nothing. So, instead of asking for divorce, he led the other woman to be crazy and brought the newborn child - Naming him Damien Crawley, the first son of the Crawley couple. Nobody knew that he was his father's illegitimate son and Mrs Crawley who announced the birth of her baby son
The small town is surrounded by the dense forest. Even from the rooftop of the house, the fog can be seen that has covered the entire forest like some horror movie scene. Carol grabs her phone that she has been charging in Rima's room. Rima Victoria lives in a small cottage, inherited from her parents who died a few years ago in an accident. After sharing conversations, Carol learns that the town has been keeping themselves hidden from the rest of the country. Daily necessities and other things that aren't available here in this town have been delivered by the truck drivers. It gave Carol the idea of steaming off. She needs to escape from her harsh reality. " Is someone coming to pick you up?" Rima sends a message to Carol who is standing with her phone, plugged in. She looks at Rima who is messaging her with a smile. She doesn't know sign language but is dealing with her through messages. " Yes!" She sends the reply, " My friend is coming to pick me up!" Rima's expr
The night air is crisp and electric as Carol speeds ahead, her bike gliding through sharp turns like an extension of herself. The city lights blur into streaks of neon, the hum of engines roaring through the streets. Eunice rides beside her, but it’s Carol’s movements that keep pulling Damien’s attention. Every motion—every lean, every shift—seems effortless. From behind, in the scar, Damien watches, transfixed. Carol’s ability is nothing short of breathtaking. She rides with precision and grace, as if she’s dancing with the road itself. It’s not just skill—it’s artistry, her world. Damien leans forward slightly in his seat, murmuring himself, "Excellence is not a skill, it is an attitude." The words, originally from Ralph Marston, feel fitting. Carol doesn’t just know how to ride—she owns the road, as if it bends to her will. She approaches a hairpin curve—one that would make most riders slow down—but Carol does the opposite. She leans low, her bike tilting dangerously close t
Her hair didn't play with wind or her expression wasn't perfect when she took off the helmet. Those scenes were Female Lead getting off her bike, looking absolutely stunning and golden warm light around her. She looks visibly exhausted but composed. Her beautiful eyes glint with the light of the lampposts. The hint of satisfaction and happiness is visible in the dept of her eyes. " How was it? Mr Crawley!" Eunice walks towards them, looking at Damien who is already staring at his wife, " Breathtaking!" He comments, unable to take off his eyes. As if that woman has no boundaries, no limits, an ocean of mystery. " Do I have anymore surprises to get?" Eunice smirks as Damien looks at her with an unreadable expression. Basic~ She grins. He doesn't know what kind of emotions he should wear at this time. " She was only 10 when someone called her a burden because she couldn't solve a basic thing. Since she was ten, she used every single second - Can you understand? Every sin
Carol takes a deep breath, gazing at the stars. There is a kind of smile on her face. Where you can find both relief and peace. She tucks her hair behind her air, thinking something, something that the person who is staring at her by the car can't fathom. " Boss! Aren't you a bit engrossed with everything here?" When it's something important to remind Damien, James calls him Boss instead of his name. Damien rubs his forehead, sweats gathering around his forehead. " She is a huge deal but The Crawley Family is disgustingly cruel. Won't it be a bit too much to involve her with them?" " James!" Damien pressures his tone, " I am not saying that you chose the wrong person. She is definitely a catch and - Perfect. However - Damien!" He glances at her, " Your family is too much!" " She can't hear. She doesn't like to read lips, she doesn't speak, she won't speak back - She will listen, but won't say anything until it gets on her nerves. I wanted that. But - I think I want a wife now,
Carol's misunderstanding about his identity shattered into pieces when she stepped into the luxury mansion that Damien 'owns'. Not a gift from his rich family or anything inherited like she did. She has a few Villas million dollars worth but this is just out of questions - Not when she thought he has his own business and he is an illegitimate son with not so strong support. Eunice is the only one who knows about the Crawley Family. But Carol who deals with rich clients has no idea about the Crawley family at all. Since all her concentration was on the companies that are quote- unquote were in the same level as her grandpa's company. She is just impressed with the true luxury of this mansion. As Carol drifts through the hallway, her fingertips brush the walls, feeling the textures beneath her skin. The space is quiet—comfortably so—and she lets herself relax. But just as she rounds a corner, she pauses, turning her head slightly. A familiar presence is near. When she turns full
She settles in-- In this large mansion. Although the question is why he needs such a big house all alone keeps bothering her. But it's obviously none of her business. Carol is considered a rich woman. As a business woman as well. Owning a few Villas, a multi-million bank balance and her grandparents' sole inheritance. However, she is quite interested in Damien, A man who could have gotten someone perfect just by showing this house. Today, after settling in, she sits on a chair, wooden and designed with perfection. She grabs her phone. After entering the room, one thing amazed her that - Damien actually filled the room with everything. Literally everything that she needs. Underwear to her hair clips. Sunscreen to shampoo and everything is the brand that she uses. He might ask Eunice or notice them in her house. She doesn't know. But it's true that he went on a rampage to bring everything. It makes her wonder more... More about the Man she married. Carol's life is on rout
After dropping Carol off with Damien, Eunice makes the familiar drive back to her apartment. By the time she gets home, the city lights are dim, and the quiet hum of her space feels like a relief. She collapses on the couch, her thoughts still swirling from the strange tension between Carol and Damien. The whole situation feels like it came out of nowhere, and part of her can’t believe how fast things have shifted in Carol’s life. The next morning, Eunice’s phone buzzes with a group message from her closest friends—Sarah, Grace, and Katie, the same three who had stood beside her as bridesmaids at Carol’s sudden wedding. Grace: “Brunch at Eunice’s place? We need to catch up.” Katie: “I’m in. I want the tea about Carol and her new husband!” Eunice smiles, knowing a meet-up is exactly what she needs. The girls arrive an hour later, filling her apartment with their usual chatter and laughter. They gather in the living room, spreading out comfortably with coffee and croissants. Euni