This chapter is dedicated to my best friend girls_imagination  on her birthday who has encouraged me and supported me a lot in writing this book.

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Divya's POV

Greasy hair. Swollen lips. Scars on every part of my body. The tattered shirt was ruined to an extent where it left very little to imagine.

The mirror in the cold room was a daily reminder of how ugly I had become.

Click.click.

"How is my favourite, whore?" Jacob Mikhailov's voice ran through the silent room.

My 17-year-old form shivered in cold and shuffled in the corner. It didn't phase him in the least as I could see his feet now in my vision.

"Look at me whore." His irritated voice scared me to death, but I didn't look up. I couldn't.

Not a second later I saw him whip the wall beside me in anger and I snapped my head towards him in lightning speed, not in for another one of his sessions.

"This is the position I want you in, whore. Kneeling in front of me all helpless." He grinned at me maliciously, his eyes held lust which disgusted me to the core.

"Please me, whore." He yanked my hand kept it on his crotch and gripped my hair.

Hot tears ran down my already blotchy face I yanked my hand back and huddled in the corner as far as I could from that piece of shit.

"No." I whispered hoarsely.

"No? Is that what you say?" His voice filled with disbelief and anger rang in the room followed by silence.

"Well then, get ready little bitch." With that, he whipped me again and again and again, mercilessly.

He whipped me until I coughed out blood until I had become a bloody mess on the ground.

The whip was dropped to the ground when the doors opened.

Cain Mikhailov stepped in, he looked around leisurely until his eyes rest on me.

His eyes roamed on my body, bored. Like someone on the floor bleeding to death is a normal occurrence. Not that I cared but is humanity really dead?

He motioned Jacob to come outside.

Jacob crouched to my level and gripped my jaw,
"You could've avoided this, darling. Don't repeat this next time."

There will NOT be a next time,
"Fuck you," I spat on his ugly face.

He slapped me hard, this was the last thing before I blacked out.

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I woke up to small hands patting my face.

I groaned and turned the other side but my comforter was yanked off of me and I felt something heavy on me which was followed by soft giggles.

I peeked from my hands groggily and saw soft hands patting my cheeks.

I screamed and moved back while the little girl fell off the bed with a squeal. It processed in my slow brain after a minute that the little girl fell off the bed, she might have gotten hurt.

I got up immediately and picked her up, fortunately, she was not hurt but instead, she clapped her hands giggling. The little black-haired beauty had long lashes surrounding her bright blue doe-like eyes and a natural rosy tint on her cheeks which made her look even more innocent and extremely cute, she looked no older than 4 years.

I sat on the bed and made her sit on my lap,
"what's your name, hun?" I stared at her in confusion, she looked familiar.

"Me Emma" She extended her hand for a handshake when I extended my hand she moved her hand instantly and ran it along the length of her hair trying to give me a wink but failing miserably as she blinked both of her eyes. I chuckled at her unsuccessful attempt.

"Where are your parent's hun, and what are you doing here?" I asked as I ran my hand down the length of her long brown hair.

"Mommy no Emma no go." She said as she shook her head frantically.

"Oh okay, I won't call your mom." I said even though I didn't know her mom.

"You who?" She questioned suspiciously after a moment.

"My name is Divya." I smiled at her.

" Viya, I like it." She grinned at me and kissed my cheek, my voice got choked when I heard the familiar nickname Callum used to call me with.

Just then I heard a distant voice call out for Emma when I glanced back at Emma she was covered under my comforter.

The door of my room swung open and a worried-looking Alexa stepped in, she looked around frantically until her eyes rest on me.

"Divya? When did you come here?" She asked wide-eyed then as if she realized something she waved me off,  "Did you see a little girl here, brown hair, blue eyes about this tall," she said moving her hands frantically.

I pointed on the small hunch in the comforter and she shook her head sighing in relief.

"Oh, Emma is not here I'll go and look for her in the other room, I'm going." She pretended to go out by stomping her feet while the little hunch in the comforter wiggled a lot, probably little Emma was enjoying this.

Emma peeked out from the comforter and looked at me, "Is mommy gone?" She whispered not so quietly. It was then I saw the resemblance between them, Emma had inherited Alexa's brown hair and Andrew's blue eyes.

I glanced at the door to see Alexa standing there with a raised brow and folded arms.

I didn't want to lie to her so I just shrugged, she frowned at me and peeked out the moment she saw her mother she hid back giggling.

Alexa stomped to me and picked Emma up.
"Mommy! Boo!" Emma yelped raising her hands as Alexa whisked her out of the room laughing.

I got up sighing and leaned on the door frame watching Alexa and Emma laughing as they disappeared down the stairs.

After they went I realized that I was feeling cold and the singlet and shorts did not provide any help.

I heard voices and saw Aryan walking along with his trusted guard, Borris. Aryan was talking furiously while Borris nodded patiently.

I tried to close the door as slowly as possible so that they wouldn't notice me,

CREEEEAKE. . .

My eyes widened and heart stopped, judging by the silence they had now noticed me, I cursed myself and looked up through my lashes slowly.

Aryan and Borris had stopped and both of them were staring at me, Borris had an indifferent mask on while Aryan's eyes darkened evidently as he stared at me with something dark.

My heart fluttered and my body felt like I was on fire, Aryan raised his hand and clamped it on Boris's eyes, not looking away for even a second.

My eyes widened even more and I shut the door hurriedly with a bang.

I clutched my singlet, it feels like I've run a marathon. I shook my head trying to remove the vulgar images my perverted brain was showing me.

By the time I reached downstairs Nina, Kyla, Alexa and Emma were eating their breakfast.

The table was filled with all kinds of dishes, ranging from salads to hotdogs, boiled eggs to jars of blueberry, strawberry jam, and peanut butter. There was a completely different section for juices and shakes.

"Good morning." I greeted everyone with a smile. And they replied back with "morning" or what's so good about the morning" without looking at me as if it dawned on them everyone except Alexa and Emma stared at me in shock.

Kyla choked on her hotdog while Nina dropped her fork making a clanging sound.

"When did you come here, I didn't even notice you," Kyla said shocked.

"Well, this was fast. . . very fast," Nina said wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Did you move into his room?" Kyla asked with a sly smile.

"Let her eat first, girls." Alexa made me sit on the chair and served me.

It took us an hour to finish our breakfast, everyone teased Alexa about last night while Emma sat there with a look that said: "I am an adult and I understand everything now."

They had a garden on the last floor and a gym with a pool beside it giving an exclusive view of the sky and the outside of the mansion.

It was midnight when everyone finally decided to retire to bed. The day was tiresome. Emma, that little fireball was so energetic and naughty she left no opportunity to go as she kept poking anyone who passed by her and troubled everyone.

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