The Andrews were never meant to cross paths with giants like the Miles Corporation. They were a simple family-honest, hard-working, and tragically, always just one step behind in life.
Scarlett Andrews was born in the rusted heart of a town that progress had long forgotten. Her father, Gerald Andrews, was once a proud machinist-skilled, respected, and deeply rooted in the old way of doing things. But as the factories began to shut down and machines replaced men, Gerald's pride became a burden he couldn't afford. Desperation, though quiet at first, eventually knocked on his door with force. A friend-maybe it was a stranger, maybe it was temptation-introduced him to a loan from someone powerful. No banks. No paperwork. It's just a deal and a signature. The money came fast, like magic. Relief. Then fear.
The loan was from the Miles Organization.
Gerald never imagined he would owe a multi-billion-dollar corporate empire run by a man like Kyle Miles. The interest bled him dry, and before long, repayment was no longer a number. It was a demand.
Scarlett's mother, Elise, was the soft-spoken kind of woman who carried a quiet fire. She stitched clothes for neighbours, traded baked goods for favours, and kept the household from collapsing. Her love for her children was fierce, but she never learned how to save Gerald from himself.
Scarlett had always been the fighter-sharp-eyed, careful with her words, but never one to back down. Her hands knew the feel of scrubbing floors and patching clothes, but her mind was always elsewhere, dreaming in ink and pages. She wanted more than what her town could offer. But life doesn't wait for dreamers.
And then there was Thomas-Scarlett's younger brother. Sweet. Ill often. Born with a condition that drained the family not just financially but emotionally. He became the reason her father justified the loan. "For his treatments," he would mutter when guilt crept in. Scarlett never blamed Thomas. How could she? He was her heart walking outside her chest.
So when the Miles Organization came calling-not with threats, but with a proposal-the weight of the Andrews' debt didn't just fall on Gerald's shoulders. It landed squarely on Scarlett's.
And that's how she became the price.
His Name; Her Cage didn't begin in a boardroom. It began in a dying town, with a family clawing to survive.