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

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

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

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."

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