Chapter 1

A burly man with a Hat and Gun emerged in front of me. He aimed the gun while Daddy knelt before my father.

"Daddy!" I called out to my father.

The man scrutinized me from head to toe. Fear and nervousness consumed me. Our eyes locked, and my mind raced.

"She is!" Daddy exclaimed.

His words caught me off guard, and I couldn't comprehend their meaning. Even the man seemed taken aback and turned his gaze back to me.

"She's a virgin!" he added.

"So, you're willing to offer your daughter as payment for your debts?" the man confirmed.

"I have nothing to give you except her!" my father replied.

A smirk formed on the man's face as he approached me. My chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. How could my father betray me like this? Why should I suffer for his mistakes? Am I truly burdened by him?

Countless questions flooded my mind, trying to make sense of my father's actions. But when I realized he could lose his life at the hands of this man, it all became clear. I couldn't let my father die before my eyes. I loved him too much.

"Hmmm, I don't need someone like you. However, I can offer you as a gift for my two children's birthdays," the man said with a smile.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to us?" I asked, my emotions running high.

"I'm Conrad, the CEO of Casino de Pablo," the man introduced himself.

"Your father owes me a great deal. I've supported him for far too long, but my patience is wearing thin," the man replied firmly.

"Go with him, Amarah!" my father commanded.

He didn't even hesitate to say those words. It hurt, but it shattered me even more to see my father kneeling while the man's gun was pointed at him.

"Remember that I love you so much, Dad," I sobbed, tears streaming down my face.

"I'm coming with you, just please don't harm him. I'm begging you," I pleaded with the man.

"An obedient daughter. He's fortunate to have you," the man said, a smile playing on his lips.

I steadied my breathing, trying to regain composure. As I wiped away my tears, I glanced at my father, his expression grave. Instead of succumbing to sadness, I mustered the courage to approach him, seeking solace in his embrace.

"Dad, I'll go ahead. Please take care of yourself," I managed to say through my tears.

Suddenly, a voice called out to me, forcefully pushing me away from my father.

"Leave!" the voice bellowed.

The pain in my chest was unbearable. I bid my father farewell and quickly gathered my belongings from the suitcase. The man reluctantly agreed, allowing me to rush upstairs.

I clung tightly to my bed and pillow, tears streaming down my face. After a few minutes, I mustered the strength to go downstairs and leave the house.

I avoided looking at my father, knowing it would only intensify my pain. My only thought was to find work far away and help him in any way I could.

"Get in the car!" the man commanded.

As I entered the car, I was rendered speechless, unable to find the words to speak. My hands trembled as I nervously rubbed them together.

"My sons will be delighted with the gifts they'll receive on their birthday," he said, a smile playing on his lips.

Fear kept me silent, afraid of the man beside me. My mind raced, wondering about my father's well-being and what awaited me in this unfamiliar journey.

My thoughts were in disarray, consumed by fear and countless questions.

"Say something, Amarah. I want to hear your voice," the man said, his tone now calm, easing the fear that had gripped me in the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked, curiosity tinged with apprehension.

"You'll find out soon enough. I'll introduce you to my sons," he replied.

Once again, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The car ride was filled with unease, my mind fixated on my father and the unknown destination with this older man. I dreaded what awaited me, but I knew I had no choice. If I backed down, my father's life would be in danger.

"We've arrived," he said solemnly, stepping out of the car.

I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of the magnificent mansion as I stepped out of the car. It was a breathtaking combination of white and gold, exuding an air of tranquility that instantly put me at ease.

"Your mansion is absolutely stunning, Sir," I exclaimed, unable to contain my amazement.

"Follow me," he responded, his voice filled with thoughtfulness.

Without hesitation, I followed him into the grandeur of his home. Every corner I explored left me in awe, but it was when I caught sight of a villa adorned with gold that my amazement reached new heights.

"Come on! I want you to meet my sons," he said calmly.

His words sent a shiver of nervousness down my spine. What would his sons do? Why was I being presented to them as a birthday gift?

Taking a deep breath to calm my racing thoughts, we finally arrived at the spacious living room.

"Hey, Sons!" he called out.

My gaze immediately fell upon the two men seated on the sofa. One of them stood up and turned towards us, and I couldn't help but be amazed by his striking handsomeness. With his blue eyes, blonde curly hair, and chiseled features, he exuded a magnetic charm. However, before I could fully process his presence, my attention was drawn to the other man who sat quietly, engrossed in a book. There was something undeniably attractive about his calm demeanor. With his black hair, brown eyes, and enigmatic aura, he possessed a unique allure that intrigued me.

I heard his father call out his name, and as the beautiful name "William" reached my ears, I found myself momentarily stunned by his mysterious face.

"Hey, Amarah!"

I snapped out of my daze, realizing that Sir Conrad was addressing me.

"S-Sir?" I stammered.

"Are you okay?" Sir Conrad asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yes, Sir. I'm good," I replied, trying to regain my composure.

"Alright, this is my son, Zeus!" he introduced his son with a warm smile.

"Hi, Amarah. I'm Zeus," the handsome man in front of me greeted me with a charming smile.

As I turned my gaze towards the enigmatic man standing beside Zeus, Sir Conrad instructed him to introduce himself.

"William," he uttered curtly before retreating back to the sofa.

As I witnessed Sir Conrad's disapproving shake of the head in response to William's actions, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It puzzled me why he seemed uninterested in my presence. Lost in my thoughts, I caught a glimpse of my reflection from below, contemplating the reasons behind my own disappointment. Suddenly, Sir Conrad turned to me and questioned the source of my discontent.

In the midst of this perplexing moment, Zeus, with a hint of anticipation in his voice, boldly asked his father, "Can I have her tonight, Dad?" My eyes instinctively darted towards Sir Conrad, eagerly awaiting his response. Could this be the start of a challenging journey for me?