Semua Bab HIS INNOCENT DOLL: Bab 1 - Bab 8

"Mom, look at them! They're teasing me again!" Sahara stomped her foot, glaring at the three men standing in front of her.Seriously. Did they have nothing better to do? She crossed her arms and shot them her best annoyed look, but her brothers only grinned back. It has always been like this growing up with them. Sancho, Slye, and Stryker stood side by side like bodyguards guarding a celebrity instead of a twenty-year-old woman. "Mom!" she called again, louder this time. The three of them didn't budge. If anything, they looked even more amused. Growing up with three overprotective brothers was exhausting. The only thing they seemed to enjoy more than breathing was teasing her. "Mom!" she calls again, her voice pitching higher, laced with the specific kind of frustration that only siblings can provoke. Sancho, the eldest, leans a shoulder against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Can you just get out of my face?!" Sahara snaps, stepping forward to poke

Sahara sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the city blurred past. Her mind felt exhausted. Beside her sat the man who was now legally her husband.Her husband.The word still felt strange. Neither of them had spoken since leaving the courthouse. The silence inside the car was suffocating. Sahara tightened her fingers around the folds of her dress and swallowed hard. She didn't know what would happen once they reached his house. Would they share a bedroom? Would they pretend to be a real married couple? Or would he avoid her completely? Leaf hadn't said a single thing. Not after the wedding. Not after signing the papers. Not after slipping a ring onto her finger. Nothing. The only thing he had done was nod when her father instructed him to take his wife home.His wife. The title should have made her happy. Instead, it made her chest ache. Earlier, while they stood before Judge Charlson exchanging vows, she had almost allowed herself to hope. The judge

She couldn’t speak after hearing his words. It felt like something inside her had gone completely still—like her voice had been taken from her, leaving only the unbearable weight in her chest. She knew she had been wrong. She knew she had hurt him. That truth was something she could never escape. But she never expected this version of him. Not like this. Not where there was nothing left of warmth in his eyes. She didn’t fight anymore. Not because she didn’t feel fear, but because something deeper had already broken in her. The hope she had been holding onto…the belief that maybe, somehow, he still cared for her even a little. It was gone. “Leaf…” she whispered again, but this time her voice was smaller. Fragile. Almost like she was calling out to someone who no longer existed. He didn’t respond. He only moved closer, and even without words, the distance between them felt final—like a door quietly closing that could never be opened again. Sahara’s hands trembled at her sid

The next morning. Despite everything that had happened the day before, Sahara still woke up early. She quietly got out of bed and headed downstairs to prepare breakfast before her husband left for work. There were no household staff in the house, so she handled everything herself—from doing the laundry and cleaning the house to preparing meals.Wifely duties, huh? Leaf almost scoffed when he walked into the kitchen and found his wife busy cooking. She was wearing a simple white tank top and a pair of denim shorts. Nothing extravagant. Nothing intentionally seductive. Yet the sight of her still affected him. His gaze lingered longer than it should have. He didn't understand why she had this effect on him. Even dressed so simply, she looked effortlessly beautiful. For a moment, he simply stood there watching her. Then he cleared his throat. "Ahem." Sahara immediately turned toward him. And just like that, Leaf found himself frozen. A few strands of hair had escaped her pon