Your personal bodyguard, Manuel. He was new. After you were kidnapped by your father's enemies, your father wanted to protect you and keep you safe, so he assigned Manuel—one of his subordinates—as your personal bodyguard.

Wherever you went, he was with you. In short...it was torture.

It felt like you no longer had any freedom. You couldn't even say no to your father. You just endured it.

Another day. Your close friend Sara's birthday. You got ready to go.He was sneaky. But Manuel caught you,so you had to go with him.

Even at the party, he kept watching you. Without blinking. Standing straight, his eyes never leaving you.

Some of your friends were whispering. It was like he was a statue.

You took a sip from your champagne glass. Manuel quickly approached, snatched the glass from your hand, and drank it all himself.

"You are not allowed to get drunk," he said in a cold, deep tone.

You frowned at him. You stood up from your chair, picked up your purse, and walked past him. He followed you.

"Aren't you enjoying the party? Do you want to step outside for a bit?"