I was mistreated by my stepmother and stepsister, who suggested I be sent to Europe to study after they grew tired of using me. After two months, I was forgotten and suffered alone for 15 years.

I later found out from my mother's lawyer that my stepsister was now the next of kin for my late mother's company.

"Ohh, I'm sorry!" a waitress exclaimed as she bumped into me, bringing me back to reality.

“It's fine” I continue to sip my drink

I stood up from the bar stand chair, ready to relax in the headboard chair, my glass of drink in hand.

I didn't notice it was bubbling as I took more sips. When I glanced at the time, it was already past 11.

“time really flies,” I blunted out, feeling the warmth of the drink wash over me.

As I stood up, my head spun, and I noticed strange men watching me. Panic surged through me, and I tried to find a hotel suite to lock myself in, but everything became blurry.

I turned and saw I was being followed by the men I saw, so I started running. Suddenly, I stumbled and fell, hitting my knee on the marble tiles.

"Sweetie, why are you running from daddy? Come here; daddy would treat you well for the night!"

"Let go of me!" I bit the man's hand as I tried to stand.

Then, I felt a hard slap on my face. "You slut! How dare you bite me? Come here! I’ll rip you inside out! Do you know how much I was paid to have fun with you?"

At that moment, my head cleared. It must be my stepmother. I had no time to think; my body heated up, and I needed to escape.

"No! I would have her first, then you come along!"

"Shut up!" I quickly formulated a plan.

As they argued, I seized the chance to run away. I dashed into a hotel suite, looking for the restroom to wash my eyes, dragging my feet.

"There she is!" I could hear the guards; they had located me. Just as I looked for a place to hide, I bumped into a tall, imposing figure. He had a rugged appearance, sharp features, and a confident demeanor that commanded attention. His dark eyes scanned me.

I looked up at him; he had the aura of a mafia boss,my voice trembling as I whispered, "Please, help me."

He barely glanced at me, a dismissive smirk on his face. "Your problems are not mine to solve.”

His attention drifted to his hotel card as if my plea was just an annoyance.

But as the guards approached, my heart raced. I gripped his arm tightly, desperation spilling from my lips. "I’ll do anything! Please..."