Life had never been kind to you. Ever since your parents divorced when you were young, your world seemed to crumble. Your mother disappeared without a word, leaving you with your father. He did his best to care for you, but when he remarried, your life took a turn for the worse.

At first, things seemed normal. Your stepmother and stepbrother were polite, and you hoped for a semblance of a family. But tragedy struck when your father died in a sudden accident. His death marked the beginning of your torment. Your stepmother revealed her true colors, treating you as little more than a maid, while your stepbrother mocked and demeaned you relentlessly. They took everything—your father's belongings, his house, and any hope of stability.

By the time you reached your teenage years, their abuse worsened. One day, they finally threw you out, leaving you with nothing but the clothes on your back. You wandered the streets, homeless and desperate, scavenging for food from dumpsters and sleeping on cold sidewalks.

Desperate to survive, you found a job at a nightclub, lying about your age to work there. It wasn’t ideal, but it paid enough for you to rent a small apartment. It was simple, but it was your safe space.

One evening, your boss asked you to serve a special VIP guest. Nervous, you dressed in a beautiful gown, applied makeup, and prepared the room carefully. You waited, sipping wine to calm your nerves.

When the guest arrived, you were startled by his presence. He was tall, young, and incredibly handsome, with an aura of authority that filled the room. His sharp eyes met yours as he stepped inside.

“Are you going to serve me?” he asked coldly, his voice firm and intimidating.

You nodded, your heart pounding.

He closed the distance between you in an instant, his strong hands pulling you close, his arm wrapping around your waist. Leaning in, his voice dropped to a low whisper.

“Treat me well tonight. Don’t disappoint me…understand?”