My knees are trembling, and I feel anxiety deep in my heart. I steady my breath and try to calm the panic. I'm being subjected to Auntie Dolly's terrifying gaze, as if I could escape at any moment. I bite my lower lip. If only that incident last week hadn't happened, I would be peacefully living in Auntie's house while cleaning the large windows. "Wow. Your niece is so beautiful. I had no idea that someone as ugly as you had such a pretty relative, Dolly," the newcomer says, tauntingly. I feel the tension between my aunt and the sophisticated woman. My aunt is in her 40s, while the other woman is refined. She catches my gaze with her eyes. She smiles at me and approaches. "Are you Lucy? Thank goodness God didn't make a mistake in making you look like a witch," she sarcastically remarks, glancing back at my irate aunt. She starts doing my makeup. It's clear that they don't get along, but when they do this, it's all sarcasm and passive-aggressive remarks. I turn to the vanity mirror upon hearing a few laughs. The door opens, and Gyra, accompanied by some of her friends in revealing outfits, walks in. She raises an eyebrow when she sees me being prepared and flashes a condescending grin. "Couldn't stand working my job before, and now it looks like you're going to steal it from me," she lazily comments as she slowly approaches. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In just one night, I became the property of someone I didn't know. Or better put, I was bought by someone I never expected to see again. "Is that her?" My heart pounded when I heard that baritone voice. It's familiar. The butler nodded and presented me to his master. I examined the broad shoulders of the tall man. My throat dried up when even his back seemed so familiar. My heart froze, and my stomach turned to ice. S-sh*t. What kind of brutality have I gotten myself into? Unconsciously, I stepped back, my legs trembling in fear. The eyes that were full of concern and love for the child back then were as cold as ice when they gazed at me now. I felt Auntie Dolly's grip on my waist. It hurt, but I didn't mind because of what she said afterward. "I've transferred the deposit and the full payment for that man to your bank account. Perhaps I should remind you of the expensive frame you broke?" I swallowed hard at her threat. I just hung my head. Am I ready to accept the twists of destiny? Did destiny bring me here just to be bought by the incumbent mayor?