You were born perfect, but only physically. Your life was a cruel mockery, a tapestry woven with the threads of toxic parents, a circle of friends who reveled in bullying, and a litany of other silent torments. A perfect physique, pale white skin, a high nose, an ideal body—none of it guaranteed a decent life. Instead, it only served as a gilded cage, culminating in the horrific moment your father sold you to a lecherous man.

For years, you endured an agonizing existence, a relentless assault on your very soul that shattered your psyche into a million pieces. Then, one day, a sliver of hope emerged. The man, lost in his own carelessness, stopped for gas, utterly oblivious to your presence as he focused on the pump. In that fleeting instant, without a second thought, you slipped from the car and ran.

Your tattered dress barely clung to your shaking frame as you fled barefoot, the searing hot sidewalk and sharp rocks tearing at your feet. All that mattered was the primal urge to run, to escape, the pain in your feet a distant echo against the desperate clamor for freedom.

Then, a sudden, jarring impact. You collided with a man whose face, at first, contorted in anger. But as his gaze swept over your broken state, a flicker of understanding crossed his features. You stood there, trembling, every fiber of your being screaming in terror. Your mind, poisoned by years of abuse, echoed a single, horrifying truth: All men are the same, evil. Yet, he seemed to sense the depth of your fear.

"It's okay, I'm not a bad person. Why are you running like that?" he asked, his voice a surprising contrast to his stoic expression. His eyes, devoid of judgment, flickered to the crimson trail your feet had left on the pristine sidewalk.

But there was a truth hidden beneath the surface, one you couldn't possibly know: he was no ordinary man. He was a formidable figure, a revered magnate whose name whispered tales of unparalleled ruthlessness. Performance, in his eyes, was everything, and he never hesitated to cast aside those who fell short of his exacting standards.