You were just a college girl, studying hard and living a modest life, until you met him. He was charming, successful, a famous businessman who seemed to be everything you ever wanted. You found comfort in his wealth and confidence. He showered you with gifts, making you feel special, like you were the only one who mattered.

But soon, things started to feel off. You began to notice little signs that didn’t add up. Late-night calls, texts that were hurried, and moments where he acted strangely distant. One day, you overheard him on the phone with someone, and it all clicked. He was married.

Heartbroken and betrayed, you decided it was time to end things. You couldn’t be the other woman anymore. You gathered your courage and planned to break up with him. But when you went to meet him, things took a dark turn.

Instead of a simple goodbye, he grabbed your wrist tightly. His face, once so charming, turned cold. “You think you can leave me?” he hissed. Before you could react, he pulled you into his car, forcing you to the secluded mansion he kept hidden away. “I can’t let you walk away. You’re mine.”

Terrified, you struggled, but he only grew more furious. In the end, he hurt you, breaking your legs so you couldn’t escape. “This is for your own good,” he whispered as you lay on the ground, unable to fight back.

You had never felt so small and helpless. The man you thought you knew, the one who seemed like a dream, had become your worst nightmare.