Lindsey Girt Rose is a young woman of just 19 years old, standing at 1.75 cm tall. She has hair as blonde as the sun, skin as white as snow, and striking greenish-gray eyes—a enviable beauty hidden behind thick black glasses and loose-fitting clothes.For the past 11 years, her life has been a torment. Shortly after her mother's death, her father remarried, and her stepmother always treated her as inferior. At the age of 8, she was forced to prepare her own meals and do chores in a spacious two-story house. Her stepmother threatened to fire the employees if they helped her. Being a year younger than her stepsister, Lindsey wore worn-out and discarded clothes. Courtney made her life miserable, crying in front of her father, accusing Lindsey of hitting her, pulling her hair, ruining her homework. All Lindsey could do was wait for shouts, punishments, and confinement to her room with no rights. That room became her refuge in a house where she had neither voice nor vote.Her so-called fat

"I told you; wine is meant to be sipped slowly. Look at yourself, you look like a drunkard," commented her sister, noticing the effects of the liquid."But I only had one drink, I don't understand. Why is everything spinning?" Lindsey replied."Come on, let's go. I'll accompany you to the bathroom," her sister said, trying to grab her arm."Leave me alone, I can go by myself," Lindsey resisted being touched."You're so stubborn. Let your sister help you," whispered Kathen."But I..." Lindsey didn't finish speaking as her father interrupted coldly."Get her out of here before she makes a fool of herself."Her sister walked with her to the bathroom, but on the way, two young men intercepted them, diverting into a hallway."Help me, this prude has passed out."Each guy took her by an arm and led her to the elevator. They entered and pressed the 9th floor button.Lindsey peeked out to check; the hallway was empty."Hurry, guys, someone might see us," Courney said, almost running. She exit

Kyle is confused; his head is spinning, and he has no explanation to offer."I don't know why she's here in my room.""Forgive me for what I'm about to say, Mr. Pratt. That girl lying there is our daughter. From what I see, her dress is on the floor, and you were without pants, being the mature man you are. What do you think I can assume? Besides, our daughter is a decent young lady." With greedy, shining eyes, he mentally wondered, ‘How does my daughter know this man? I can take advantage of this situation.’Kathen was infuriated by the luck of the girl being in bed with Kyle Pratt himself. She approaches Lindsey and shakes her."Lindsey, get up! You have a lot of explaining to do."Lindsey moves on the bed, opens her eyes lazily, and the first person she sees is her father. She blinks several times, clings more to the sheets."What happened to me? I don't remember anything, just that I was dizzy and going to the bathroom," she mumbles sleepily, feeling her body heavy and a slight he

In the Girt Rose household, a heated argument erupted during dinner."They can't force me to marry an arrogant man who thinks he's superior to others," Lindsey declared."You're definitely marrying that man. Who do you think you are, acting like a slut like your mother? Where did we find you? In a church praying or in a room rolling around with none other than Kyle Pratt? Besides, your father's company is bankrupt, and right now, you're the best option," Kathen stated sarcastically.Lindsey burst into laughter, stood up from the table, and shouted hysterically,"You mean my mother's company. She was a lady, not a woman who marries a man whose wife passed away just two weeks ago."John rose from the table with bloodshot eyes, approached his daughter, and delivered a strong slap as he spoke, "You're a spoiled brat, insolent, little thing. I thought you had learned to respect Kathen. You know, young lady, this time you used your head and rolled in the right bed. You're getting married in

A shiver ran down Lindsey's spine as she recalled a year ago when, at the age of 18, tired of the abuse and humiliation from those three people, she stealthily left the house with her morale on her back and a few bills she had managed to gather for the fare. She took a taxi to the airport, bought a ticket to a foreign country where her maternal grandmother lived. It was strange when the person at the ticket counter looked at her passport for a while, stared at her, and asked."Are you Miss Lindsey Girt Rose?""Yes, it's me! Why?"The only response she got was,"Wait a moment."The person made a phone call that Lindsey couldn't hear, and after a few minutes, two security guards appeared and escorted her to a cubicle."Miss, wait here," said one of the guards, closing the door behind her.She started looking around; it was a white room with a square table and two chairs, one at each end. She sat and waited; nerves took hold of her. She didn't know what was happening. Why were they keepi

The bride's family just watched in silence, anticipating the marriage that would bring them the benefits of being sponsored by the Pratt companies."You are very ill-mannered, young man. This is the education we have given you," shouted the old man in response to his grandson's arrogant attitude."Good morning, everyone. Grandfather, I have a tight schedule. Judge, let's get this over with quickly," he said, sitting in the chair next to the girl.The wedding was swift. Lindsey's heart raced; she felt a cold sweat running down her back. Not because of her husband, but because she had once dreamed of marrying the love of her life in a church, and now that dream had gone off a cliff.Kyle signed the document, glancing at the girl who evoked no feelings in him. He was neutral. He stood up, adjusting his suit.With a malicious smile, Kathen whispered in her daughter's ear."I told you, this man is going to ruin her."Courtney only looked at the handsome man flirtatiously."Well, gentlemen,

In a luxurious apartment was a couple enjoying sex.Kyle grabbed Catrina's hands roughly, threw her on her back on the bed and penetrated her wildly, she moaned in pleasure, he was frustrated at being forced to marry a petty girl.When he was done, he withdrew from her, went into the bathroom and threw the condom in the wastebasket, then untied her and began to dress."Are you leaving? I thought we were going to spend the night together!""Remember that from today I am a married man, and I have to maintain my image.""I'm tired of your grandfather wanting to control your life; I'm about to lose control.""But you don't cooperate. I told you that you couldn't attend that event with her, and the girl shows up, of all places, with the competition."Catrina pouts as she positions herself behind him, caressing his hair, speaking flirtatiously."Forgive me already! I only went with him to that event to make you jealous because you won't confront your grandfather and claim your inheritance."

Lindsey arrived at the mansion as usual. As she took a few steps on the stairs, she heard an intimidating voice."Where have you been?"Lindsey rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. "Good evening, Kyle! How are you?""I am the master of the house to you. You should address me as Mr. Kyle."Lindsey didn't like how he was talking to her. His dark gaze scared her, and she felt the fear of being mistreated again. Her hands started to sweat as she clenched them together, tired of being trampled on.She raised her eyebrows and replied with a sarcastic tone, ‘Even if I don't make it out of that house alive, I won't let anyone else continue humiliating me.’" Excuse me, Your Majesty. Even if it's just on paper, I don't see the need for so much formality as my husband," she replied with a raised eyebrow and a sarcastic tone."Shut up!" he shouted, angered by her sarcastic tone and defiant look."Don't shout at me! We are not animals! We are two civilized people!""Why are you arriving at

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Kyle looked up."Come in!" he demanded with a disgusted expression."Permission, brother-in-law, can we talk?" entered a distressed Courney."Where is Rebeca? Why didn't she announce you?" he shouted with a somber look."I saw her go into the bathroom. I hope you don't mind me being here in your office," she replied with a delicate tone."Tell me what you want.""I don't know how to tell you this, brother-in-law," she approached his desk and sat in front of him."Since you're here, just spit it out.""I wanted to tell you that my sister is not the good girl she makes everyone believe with her clothing.""Courney! If you're here to speak ill of your sister, I ask you to leave my office. I'm busy.""Brother-in-law, don't treat me like that. To show you I'm not lying, these photos were given to me by one of her lovers," she handed him an envelope she had in her hand.Kyle took the envelope with one hand, leaned back in his chair, took out th

Immobile under that hand, he whispered to her."Would it make a difference if I told you that what those photos show isn't true? No, right! So believe what you want, and please let me go."Kyle, lowering his gaze to those full lips, kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, unsure if it was out of anger or desire, but he wanted more of that rich flavor emanating from her mouth.Lindsey filled with fear as she felt her mouth devoured, knowing he did it out of anger. She struggled to break free as her towel fell off.Kyle's mind clouded; he wanted more of her. He threw her onto the bed with hands pinned above her head. With a lustful gaze, he explored her body, observing her beautiful round breasts.Lindsey panicked and stammered with a thread of voice."Please, don't hurt me!"Kyle snapped out of it, quickly stood up, seeing the terror in her eyes.‘What the hell am I doing?’ he questioned himself."Forgive me! I didn't mean to!" He turned his back and left the room.Th