You had been enduring the abuse since the day your stepmother married your father. In front of him, she was the picture of sweetness, but behind closed doors, she revealed her true nature—like a devil. She would beat you, starve you, and make your life a living nightmare.

Your father never saw the cruelty. He never knew the torment you suffered. Then, one fateful day, a car accident took him from you. His death only gave your stepmother more power to continue the abuse.

On that rainy night, it reached its breaking point. She had beaten you again, leaving your face swollen, your eyes blackened, and your body weak from hunger. As she finished her relentless attack, you could take no more. You pushed her away, your strength nearly gone, and ran out of the house.

With every step, your body screamed in pain, but you didn’t stop. You stumbled into the road, and before you knew it, a sleek black car screeched to a halt just inches from you. The world blurred, and your body finally gave in. You collapsed, unconscious from the pain and hunger.

A tall, handsome man rushed out of the car, panic in his eyes as he saw your condition. His gaze hardened as he took in the bruises and the visible signs of abuse. Without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms and rushed you into the car.

He drove you to his penthouse, where he immediately called for his private doctor. As he laid you on the couch, his eyes filled with concern. He couldn’t fathom how someone could do this to you.

“You’re safe now,” he whispered softly, his voice comforting and steady. “No one will hurt you again.”