"You are useless, you are worthless, you can't even do anything for yourself. You solely depend on me. I bathe you, I clothe you, I feed you. I fuck you, oh, let me correct that, I fuck myself because there's nothing your disabled self can do but sit there and be nannied."I could remember all the words my wife said to me, word for word, as she handed me those divorce papers. As I took the papers with tears streaming down my eyes, I could barely see what was written, but I would be a blind bat not to notice the boldly written headings.Not being able to utter a single word, my hands shaking and heart beating like I had run a thousand miles, I tried to speak, but the words could barely come out. I tried to beg for her to stay with me, but I could see it in her eyes that her mind was made up.As I stared at the pool, flashes of what my life was played through my memory like a movie. I was a successful and renowned doctor, recognized worldwide.People would travel all around the world to

Without confronting them, I drove out of the house in anger. I could feel my blood boiling, sweat dripping down my forehead, as my thoughts lingered on the evil smile Robin gave me. Like he knew what he was doing, like he wasn't remorseful, and he enjoyed every bit of the torment he saw in my eyes. My mind was messed up, and I couldn't concentrate on my driving, until a bright light shone into my eyes, and the sounds of the horning finally came to life. But it was too late, a loud bang was what I heard next, as my hands flew away from the steering, and my car tumbled countless times. I felt my head leaving my body, my body slamming on all corners of the car. I could feel my body sore, and when the car finally stopped I couldn't take a picture of anything I saw. Everything was blurry. A bang on the car window was the only sound I heard, as my eyes slowly closed.(At the hospital)“How could you do that to me, how could you let him see us together, and you kept your mouth shut? You b

"How can you use me as collateral for your debt, Dad? You took a loan you can't pay, and now you've signed me over to Robert Grey. Have you ever seen him, Dad? I'm sure you haven't, as no one has. But don't you hear the rumors? His parents don't even want him because of how wicked he is. Yet, you've signed your daughter over to him as collateral.”I angrily yelled at my dad, who looked sheepish. “I'm sorry, honey, but I didn't know my business would crumble after I took a loan from him. Please, just go with him. He's outside already.”“But Dad, you don't even know whether the man outside is Robert or not. What if I'm going to be mistreated there? What if I'm abused? How do I get away from him?”Just as we were talking, the door opened, and thug-like men came in, forcefully taking me to their van. They blindfolded me, and that was the last thing I remembered until I faced Robert Grey.Memories of my peaceful days rushed back as I thought about the guy I had hit with my car. Why and how

Naomi POV As I walked past the corridor, I was shocked at what I overheard. Jack, one of Robert's most trusted men, was holding a grudge against him. How can one man have so many enemies at such a young age? I thought to myself. I walked back to the bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts. “Do I call Jack's attention and tell him about Myers? I've finally seen someone who would help me escape from Robert's grip. I can't just let this opportunity pass me by, can I?” I made up my mind to get a chance to talk to Jack privately. I thought of different ideas until I finally came up with one. Just as I was called to the table for lunch, I pretended to trip on the stairs. “Ouch! Ouch! My foot! Jack, please help! Please help, my foot hurts!” I cried out, thankful that Robert was not home. He would question why I called Jack for help and not Victor. Jack ran to me, and I put my hands around his shoulder, leaping on one foot. He laid me on the bed and was ready to get the first aid box when

Robert POV Having returned to my underground house back in Green Island, I sat with my legs crossed, reading the news of the strange Teddy bear at the Mikaelsons' seven-year-old daughter's party. I felt proud of myself, as the reaction was undoubtedly what I wanted. Everything has been going according to plan since Jack brought Naomi back; she has been quiet, obedient, and submissive, all new to me, but I liked it. “Boss, a letter came in for you,” Victor said, handing me the envelope. “From who?” I asked, but Victor just shook his head. “We don't know, sir. A courier brought it.” I opened the letter, and my heart felt like it stopped. “How did this happen? How was my mother kidnapped? Wasn't she out of the country?” I picked up my phone to call my dad, but remembered our last encounter. Although I love my parents, my mother is the one I'm closest with. I stay far away from them to protect them, so how? I decided to call the butler insteadMr. Grey, so nice to hear from you ag