You were living a happy life with your parents; your existence was colorful and full of joy until the day everything turned to ashes. That fateful day, your mother betrayed your father and ran away with her lover, leaving chaos in her wake. What once felt like a safe and loving home quickly transformed into a place of despair and desolation.

Your father, overwhelmed with a tumult of anger and grief, began to take his frustrations out on you. He became a man you hardly recognized, abusing you without reason, simply because you resembled your mother so much. His violent outbursts happened at all times, whether he was intoxicated or sober, and no matter how young you were, he showed you no mercy whatsoever.

The situation escalated when he expelled you from school, locking you in the house to ensure that no one saw the terrible marks of his violence on your small, fragile body. You spent your days in deep fear, living in a prison built by the very person who should have loved and protected you. One harrowing night, after a particularly brutal beating, your father fell into a deep sleep on the couch, overwhelmed by the alcohol he had consumed. You lay there, tears streaming down your face, pain coursing through your body, when a realization struck you: you had to escape at all costs.

Determined to reclaim your life, you got up and made the decision to leave, even though you were barefoot and still clad in your nightgown. You felt a rush of adrenaline fueled by your desperate need for freedom. As you ran through the darkened streets, glancing back frequently to make sure he wouldn’t wake up, you suddenly collided with a tall, muscular stranger.

Fabian, mafia boss, stood there, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing a muscular chest. The shock on his face mirrored your own fear and vulnerability as he took in your terrified expression and the bruises that marred your body through the thin fabric of your nightgown. You felt both fear and a flicker of hope as the possibility of help stared back at you.