When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, they say. But what will you do when the lemons are being thrown at you by your family members? Nesrin, an adopted daughter of a well-known mafia Lord is always tossed around like a filthy rag doll in the hands of her family, because of her poor and wretched background. She is used as pleased in the dangerous hands of people surrounding her - whipped daily and assaulted at will. Nesrin is thrown into another level of hell when she's finally handed off to Kinder Lancaster as compensation for a deal gone bad by her stepfather. The name Kinder is akin to pain and bloodshed. Wherever the name is mentioned it lights up every warning bell in the mind of the hearer because of the trail of tears and blood that follows the Kinders wherever they go. She struggles to be a loyal and obedient slave but nothing seems to please the family members of her new master, always going through unspeakable torture, humiliation, and brutalized in the worst ways. But when the oldest son of the Kinder family returns from a mission to the manor and his cold eyes come across Nesrin. Will he rescue her from the depths of the unimaginable hell she has been through? Or will he join in on the brutal ride?
Chapter 1 Prologue
"Nesrin"
I hear Carlo - the Chief Butler - call out and I squint my eyes to adjust to light spraying in from the open door.
"Rise up and get ready. Master Rees wants to see you in his living room"
He leaves and bangs the door shut.
As ordinary as always.
The message awakens my half asleep brain and the usual fear registers.
Why would he want to see me?
I hurry up from my sleeping mat and take a bath as quick as I can.
Don't want to earn myself an hour worth of lecture from him about how useful time is.
I fix up my hair and wear a blue straight-cut gown with a v shaped tigh-high slit and avoid the mirror as I scurry out of my room.
Maybe it's just the usual 'cutting off my ration '.
Nothing else.
Just have to learn to live on something else asides the meals.
I can use the fruit trees as an alternative.
Hopefully, I don't resort to eating my own flesh.
I glance over the stair railing and out the narrow paned window and something catches my attention.
When did Papa start buying white cars?
It's always the classic dark Fiat 124 Spider Lusso.
His gorgeous beasts.
He has successfully devalued it's worth.
Anyways what do I care?
He could do anything with his money.
None of my business.
I clear my thoughts and turn the door knob.
Don't look up.
Eyes down, ears open.
"You wished to see me father"
The cold temperature, icies up my palms as I lock them up in front of me.
"Sit down"
He points to the black, for-1 sofa sitting opposite him.
I plod over to the required chair and sit.
I'm not comfortable enough to fully occupy the remaining space, so I remain on the edge.
"You will be leaving this house"
He announces as simply as nothing.
I'm leaving?.
To where?
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