Letters to a Dangerous Billionaire

"Why did I even let a child like you come to this world?!" Those words were enough to leave a damage in my chest. It made my heart sink to the bottomless pit. However, I chose to smile and greet her like any normal daughter who had just got home from school. What can I do? I am used to this treatment from her. Getting treated like trash is not new to me."Good day, Mom. I hope you're doing well." I could sense she was watching my every move and then started to bombast how her day went. Her voice faded when I saw the corners of the house. Disastrous. That's the only word that came to my mind. It reeks of alcohol, sweat, and a mountain of her dumps is centralized throughout the house. I stop, thinking that cleaning this whole place drains me. I shrugged off the tremendous feeling weighing on my heart and then commenced cleaning the house.She carried me for nine months. I was born into this world because of her. I have to serve her because, honestly? Even if I dare to run away, I do

I almost dropped the letter when I almost lose my balance. The rain was hollering that it’s deafening my ears. My wounds are still swelling but I couldn’t care about it. I gripped the letter in my hand tightly while running through the heavy rain.“P-please…be there…” I mumbled, hoping that he’s still in our meeting place waiting for me.My tears didn’t stop from streaming down. My emotions are going along with the weather today. Good thing that no one is around or no cars are passing by to see how miserable I look today. I have no umbrella with me.My mother thought I don’t have the strength anymore to move. Unfortunately for her I found my reason to live my life.I just hope she wouldn’t notice that I was missing in the yard. I just hope she’s thinking that I am just inside my room, minding my own business.I wiped off my face so I could see clearly since my tears are burying my vision. I continued and advanced without giving up. After hours of running I finally managed to reached m

I slowly back away while shaking my head in fear.This can’t be. H-how is this possible? Am I talking with the wrong person this whole time? Just when I thought my life would be completely okay because of him sudden turns of events surprised me.I have a lot of question in my mind. How did this letter got here? It’s obvious that this is his hand writing. Could it be that my mother brought this letter here in my room? I shake my head. But that’s impossible since my good for nothing mother teared the letter right in front of me.So, it’s hopeless for her to let me see this. Unless…My eyes widened and I suddenly drop the letter on the ground. I scoop away from it while thinking of horrible things that could happen.He escaped from prison…and he’s on his way here. If this letter came here inside my room. Does that mean-Suddenly, the door burst open in my room causing me to jump in surprise. I glanced at the door, thinking it was Adam. My heart beat quickened at the thought as I was curi

He stepped back so that he could survey me properly once the ropes were removed.The knots came undone, and the rope slid off of my body and pooled on the ground at my feet. In that instant, I felt both a sense of relief at being released from my bonds and a sense of unease as I heard him take a long breath in while contemplating me.Despite the encouragement of my eyes to look up and meet his, they remain planted firmly on the ground staring directly at my palms. His request is spinning around in my head, yet I still can’t bring myself to do it.“Undress yourself.”I suppressed the lump forming in my throat. He did rescue me from danger…but at what cost?I know deep down I could do it. There's no point in trying to resist after all. My life is already a mess, nothing but a useless piece of rubbish. Yet, there is one thing that stops me from speaking up for myself and that is fear and rejection. Fear of getting pushed away again because I wasn’t enough, fear of being shouted down once

I wrapped my arms around myself when the icy water struck my body, shivering as droplets of moisture made their way down my exposed skin.I closed my eyes and tilted my head up towards the shower head, letting the cascading stream cleanse away all of my aches and pains. I savored this moment of solitude as if it was a precious and fragile thing, savoring the simple pleasure of being able to enjoy myself in peace. I remained like this for what felt like hours until I finally had enough.I turned off the shower and stayed there for a few moments, hesitating to open my eyes. When I eventually did, the first thing that confronted me was my reflection in the glass door of the shower. My gaze followed along every curve of my body, lingering for just a moment on certain spots. It was strange to look at myself like this; even after years of living with myself, seeing this reflection felt like gazing upon something new. The details were all familiar, but I couldn't help but to curse at myself.