she was in a new place, she would take me with her. I was born in Los Angeles. Two months later, she took me to England and we lived there without him for four y

le to drag me back. I considered running away several times, but besides the tight security in which I lived, I didn't kn

wouldn't let me join a measly book club. What could happen to people reading books? "You took too long. Go get ready," Kia said softly, in a whispering voice like a snake. "We have twenty minutes to leave." It wasn't like I could wear much. Kia left a designer dress on my bed with expensive shoes, but it was just to show off, then they would take it back. I ate a banana and a cereal bar before taking a shower. Not being able to wear makeup, which I would have loved, I simply brushed my hair and fixed my eyebrows so that I would look nice. The dress looked nice, and with the heels, I looked a little older. The

e. I made a noise on purpose to let them know I was coming, went down the stairs and waited. They ignored me and I went to the car, when my guard told me he was ready to take me to the party. L

tive for our family. For that reason, he kept me locked up tight. It wasn't just because when he was high, he liked to torture me emotionally. He had plans that terrified me. My environment was made up of very wealthy men who had enough power to do whatever they wanted. Any husband he found me could be just another cruel sadist. Who could protect me if I wasn't even safe with my own fath

nd Donatella stepped in my way, greeting me with her usual warmth. She smelled nice and made me feel comfortable. "I've saved you a seat with the girls. I've already convinced your father." She rubbed my arms. Elizabeth, her daughter, walked past us, excited. "Bess, honey?" "Kate! Hi!" She smiled and grabbed my hand. "Come on! The girls are there!" I didn't go to my father to ask for permission, pretending that Mrs. King ha

were talking about. Things about singers, boyfriends, famous people... That kind of entertainment that I didn't know about because my father was completely against the consumption of pop culture. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and, since I knew the way, I told them they didn't need to come with me. Jane, the youngest of the Kings, who was jus

ck. Dominic. I low, shy. Daddy planted beside me, touching my shoulder and I avoided loving it so as not to see the reprimand there.- Did someth