My Parents Sent Me to a Mental Hospital

On the cruise ship, my fiancé's beloved, Cathy Begum, botched an important performance, which angered the mafia group behind it.

The mafia's leader, Nate Adams, declared he would ruin Cathy's piano-playing hands.

My fiancé, Chris Dobson, seemed unconcerned, focusing on feeding me soup.

However, I fainted soon.

When I awoke, I found myself naked and bound to the bed in Nate's room.

Chris was tenderly holding Cathy's hands, his face filled with concern.

"Cathy makes her living with her hands. I can't just watch them get ruined. You just need to stay with Nate for one night, and once he's calmed down, I'll come get you."

I snorted with derision.

"What makes you think Nate will calm down? What if he gets even angrier?"

...

As I regained consciousness, I felt the cool touch of the silk sheets against my back.

My wrists and ankles were tied with soft cloth to the brass bedposts, forming a humiliating spread-eagle position.

The room was filled with the rich aroma of cigars and whiskey.

I opened my eyes to the sight of a luxurious crystal chandelier, its light so bright it stung my eyes.

Chris and the pitiful Cathy stood by the bedside.

He was tenderly running his thumb over Cathy's fingers, his eyes brimming with protective affection.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he reassured her.

Cathy sobbed, her eyes red, yet her gaze fell on me with venomous resentment.