Five Years of Exile Taught Me Obedience

In the fifth year of being exiled to a deserted island in the international waters by Chelsea Herrera, I finally learn how to stay extremely humble.

When Chelsea brings Derrick Carpenter, a university student she keeps, and a Doberman to the island just to pick me up, I get down on my knees as though it's the most natural thing to do in the world. Then, I wipe the sand off Derrick's shoes with my sleeve before bending over to use my back as their stepstool.

"From now on, you're in charge of taking care of Ricky. He and Dobey are your family now."

I nod with a small smile.

After Chelsea has usurped my family's businesses and forced my parents to jump off a building, she chooses to abandon me on a deserted island so that I can learn to obey her commands.

She has succeeded in everything she's done. By the time I finally get to return to the familiar villa, everything there has already changed.

I wake up at 4:00 am every morning in order to prepare a nice breakfast for Dobey the Doberman. After that, I groom it properly.

At 9:00 am, I've prepared the outfit Derrick will be wearing for the day. Then, I'll travel to a boxing gym so that I can serve as his human punching bag.

At night, I prepare some alcohol and snacks while listening to Derrick and his friends laughing at me. They then proceed to discuss how to tame me, the formerly arrogant scion hailing from the ex-richest family in the elite society.

Jacob's POV

Three months after returning home, Derrick Carpenter won the National Boxing Championship.

Chelsea Herrera looked at the photo of Derrick holding up his trophy on her phone during the afterparty celebration, and suddenly noticed me in the corner.

She came up to me, her voice trembling slightly. "Jacob Archer. Why aren't you taking photos with Ricky since he won the championship?"

I didn't even look up when I heard her question and simply responded calmly, "I'm not worthy, Ms. Herrera."

She frowned, her sharp gaze sweeping across my face as she tried to find even the slightest hint of pretense or resentment, but I didn't give her the chance. I just continued vigorously cleaning the floor that was as spotless as a mirror.

Derrick then sauntered in through the door with an undisguised smug look on his face.

"Look at my new watch, Chels! Do you think it suits me?"

Chelsea instinctively glanced at me, but I bowed immediately, my tone carrying just the right amount of flattery.

"Of course, Mr. Carpenter. Your taste is naturally excellent."

Chelsea's brow furrowed even more.

I didn't have time to care about her suspicions. Dobey the Doberman's nourishing meat broth was still simmering in the kitchen, and I had to get it.

I turned and went into the kitchen, carefully carrying out the steaming pot of broth.

Derrick sat on the couch, his right hand seemingly casually