"She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock.
Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did Robert. To them, she is just a means to an end and insignificant. They think that she is just a commodity to be exchanged and sold when it suits them. "Good, you can go now. And never came back again" Robert instructed Paul, who left without looking back. "No, dad, please don't leave me here. Dad" Serra's cries were met with deaf ears, while someone came and dragged her away from there and locked her In a room. Elsewhere, in a dimly lit boxing ring, two sweaty figures were seen fighting. One of them is injured badly and is bleeding from several places. But his opponent looked unscratched. He looked muscular but not bulky. He is effortlessly fighting with the man double his size. But didn't even drop a sweat. With one last punch, he finished off his opponent effortlessly. "Damn Kyle, if you keep this up, then no one would believe that you are just a college student and a star quarter back in a reputed university" Carlos muttered with displeased frown. Kyle pulled off his boxing gloves and smirked. "Don't be a sore loser Carlos. I didn't ask you to bet on my opponent when you know that no one could beat me till now. Moreover, killing him would have been much more easier" Kyle threw his boxing gloves towards Carlos who caught them easily. Carlos handed over a wad of cash to Kyle which was the amount he lost in this boxing match. The last thing Kyle needs is money. He has a shit ton of it on his own. But taking from Carlos gave him pleasure which he didn't get by defeating his opponent. "You are having fun" Carlos muttered inaudibly. He knows that Kyle doesn't need that money. But still he is punishing Carlos for taking the wrong side. "Wouldn't it be fun to reveal to everyone that I am their most terrifying nightmare? Who knows that pretending to be harmless is the toughest thing I could do? Come on, I will buy you some drinks. You can drink and forget your loss" Kyle said while walking out of the underground boxing ring where the illegal boxing matches are held. Carlos quietly followed after him, too terrified to witness 'The Boss' . He is scared of this tamed Kyle who looks handsome and harmless. He doesn't even want to imagine facing 'The Boss ' version of Kyle, who left dead bodies in his wake. In Jenkins home, Robert is sitting comfortably on a plush couch while his third wife offers him a glass of Whisky. "Brother, do you think this girl can give birth to a son for you?" Cyprus Jenkins, Robert Jenkins younger brother who is in his late forties asked his brother. Robert is married thrice, but all of his wives gave birth to girls. He has seven daughters, but no heir to inherit his wealth. "The priest said that she will. Now bring her out. It's time to get married" Robert instructed his third wife, who nodded obediently. Robert's three wives personally forced Serra to wear her wedding dress, which was old and used. Serra's protests were met with hard slaps and abuse. She was dragged out of the room in the white dress with dishelved hair. While Rober Jenkins was standing in a suit facing a priest. "There she is. Now begin the wedding" Cyprus laughed boisterously, and Serra was pushed down, so that she is now half lying and half sitting near Robert's feet. "Mr. Jenkins, do you take this woman as your fourth wife?" the priest asked Robert, who said 'Yes' . They ignored Serra and the priest didn't ask for her consent either. "Now you may exchange your rings" the priest announced. One of Robert's wives brought two wedding bands on a tray. His other wives pulled Serra from the floor roughly. Serra was forced to hold the ring, but it's one of Robert's wives who slipped the ring on Robert's finger. Robert roughly pulled Serra's hand and he was about to slip the ring on her finger, but the ring slipped from his hand and he collapsed on the floor with a loud thud. "Brother" Cyprus and Robert's wives surrounded Robert to see what happened. The priest looked ashen. "She is a Jinx. Send her away. She is a Jinx" he yelled while pointing his finger at Serra. Cyrus ignored the priest and took his brother to a hospital. "He suffered from a heart stroke. And the severity of the stroke is strong. He slipped into a coma. Considering his age, he might not wake up again" the doctor confirmed before leaving the room. Roberts wives were stunned, while Cyrus remembered what the priest said. So he immediately went back to Jenkins home and kicked Serra out. "You are a jink. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would have kept you for myself. But I don't want to end up like my brother. Don't you dare tell anyone that you are my brother's wife. Get lost" he sneered. Serra was stunned by the series of events. She was still struggling to accept the fact that her father sold her. But now, she got an opportunity to escape, and she did. Serra quickly went to her father's home. She knows that he will not be home until midnight. After what happened, she doesn't want to live in his home anymore. Who knows to whom he might sell her again. She collected her passport, social security and the other things she needs along with her clothes. She was accepted into a reputed university on a scholarship basis. She was supposed to leave the day when her father sold her to Richard. Now, she decided to go there and fulfill her dreams. Who knows that her life is about to change."We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age. "What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself.His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered h
Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly. "Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tea
"You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago....In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look
"Sorry, I was distracted" Serra confessed feeling embarrassed. Kyle grinned mischievously. "You are so distracted just by looking at me that you burned your finger?" he teased her. He found himself loving the red tint of her cheeks when he teased her. She blushed at his words. He is the most handsome man she has ever seen so far, and it's not easy to avert her gaze from him. But today she is not distracted by his handsomeness. "No no, I was thinking about what happened today on campus" she shared. He frowned. Being bullied on her first day is not a memorable incident. So he gathered that she might not be thinking about that. "What happened?" he inquired casually. He leaned casually on the wall beside him and folded his arms. The simple move made his biceps bulge, showing his impressive muscles. "After my class today, almost everyone wanted to know how I know you. The same people who said that I might give them nightmares approached me to talk about you" she shared. He
"You were crying" it is an observation. Serra hastily shook her head, but couldn't find her voice. Kyle narrowed his gaze on her ugly glasses which are covering her beautiful eyes from the world. He simply pulled her glasses off and threw them into the nearby trash can with one clean throw. Serra was stunned. "Hey, that was the only pair I own" she protested and tried to fetch them back. But he grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her out of the bathroom without giving her a chance to take them back. "You don't need them. They look better in the trashcan than on you. Let's go. I will take you to your first class" with that said, he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He is sweaty from his football practice session. His hair is wet, along with his sleeveless Jersey. He is filled with a woodsy masculine odour, which teased her senses."You stink" she mumbled under her breath, not at all liking his bossy attitude. But still grateful that he is taking her to her class ins
Serra found herself feeling out of place. The kids in the school are all looking at her strangely. Because neither her clothes nor her appearance look appealing. Her clothes are old and washed one too many times. Her hair is pulled out into a bun. Her glasses kept slipping past her nose constantly. "Oh my gosh, who is she? Doesn't she look like a scarecrow?" one of the kids commented, not even bothering to keep their voices down. Serra was never pretty. She always preferred to stay alone, because she was constantly bullied even in high school. Now, surrounded by so many people who are all strangers, and look like models, she started to feel intimidated and scared. "She is so ugly" "Oh my, was she thinking that it's Halloween and dressed up as a witch?" "She will give nightmares if we look at her at night" As their comments became bolder and cruel, Serra rushed away from there and hid herself in one of the ladies washrooms. She pulled her glasses away and wiped at her tea
The next morning, Kyle woke up to the most mouth watering aroma and the small sound of shuffling foot steps and clattering pots and pans. Immediately he picked up his gun and stealthily walked out of his room, ready to attack. But when he entered the kitchen, he found Serra who was working on breakfast. He almost forgot that she came with him last night. He paused when he heard her humming some tune. He quickly hid his gun before she could see. Her voice is soft and smooth. He noticed that she was not wearing her ugly glasses. They cover half her face and make her look older than her age. "What's your name?" he asked while leaning against the kitchen wall. 'Brother really found someone who look so innocent to keep me occupied and out of his way. I need to tell him that I have seen past his plot' he thought to himself.His voice startled her and she dropped the spatula she was holding. He looked amused by her reaction. She turned to look at him with wide eyes, before she lowered h
"We are sorry Ms. Johnson, it's been a month since the classes started for the freshman. So all the dorm rooms have been allotted to other students. As we didn't get any mail from you, we just assumed that you might not join us this semester. We can try to accommodate you the next semester for a dorm room. You can attend your classes this semester though. But I am afraid you have to find a place to stay for now" the student coordinator of the Chicago University said with a hint of pity. Serra's shoulders slumped feeling dejected. She escaped from that hell, but its effects are still haunting her. "Here is your class schedule for this semester" the coordinator handed over some papers to help Serra to catch up with the concepts she missed so far. "Thank you" despite her situation, Serra thanked the coordinator before leaving the campus. Once outside the campus, she found a bus station and sat there alone holding her luggage. So many people walked past her, and every one ignored her.
"She is my daughter. Take her and clear my debt like you promised" Paul Anderson roughly pushed his young and beautiful daughter Serra towards Robert Jenkins. Serra was shocked and scared. She stumbled and fell near Robert Jenkins feet. The man who is easily older than her father. She looked at Paul with shock. Nothing is making any sense to her. She is not the most beautiful girl in the room. Her too big glasses and her braces would not agree. Still, she doesn't know why her father is doing this and how these people are taking her away from her father. "Dad? What is happening here?" she asked shakily. Fear and confusion evident in her tone. Paul is a single parent and is a gambling addict. Serra's mother left them when Serra was just five years old. Serra had to grow up faster than her age, because Paul used to forget often that he has a young daughter at home whom he needs to feed. But she never thought that he would sell her off like this. Paul ignored his daughter, and so did
I never thought that the man who used to look at me with love would one day tell me that he is regretting the day we met. The warmth in his eyes will be transformed into anger and resentment. I would witness him killing people. That I would find out that the sweet man I fell for is actually a very dangerous Mafia boss who scare the hell out of the world. The look in his eyes when he kills is something which I would feel hard to forget. That one day, he has the ability to scare the hell out of me. And the sweet man I know never existed. That was all an act which he put on in front of the world.My name is Serra, and this is our story. Three years ago....In a high end chrome and glass building, a young man was standing in the middle of a huge carpeted room in front of the floor to ceiling wall. He is looking at the sea which looks stormy, just like him. He is wearing a black suit which hugs his broad shoulders and trim down to his waist like a second skin. His long muscular legs look