A sixteen-year-old boy stood frozen, his eyes brimming with tears as he witnessed his mother's brutal assault and his father's lifeless body. The anguish was suffocating, and he let out a gut-wrenching scream, alerting the perpetrators to his presence."Catch him!" one of them yelled, and the others sprang into action. He wiped away his tears, his mind racing with a vow: "One day, they'll pay for this."

He turned and jumped into the nearby river, its dark waters swallowing him whole. The goons halted, assuming the river's depths would claim him. "Boss, the boy's gone," one of them reported, and the leader smirked, convinced they'd eliminated a witness.

After five years

A boy, now grown into a young man, entered the house. His entire attire and look showed that he was a criminal. His face and hands were covered with blood. There were a lot of stretch marks on his body. He went to the river, which was opposite the house, and dove in.

All the ladies and teenage girls’ eyes fell on him.

After all, he was the most handsome and sexy guy there, but also the rudest and most arrogant. People called him a beast, and he liked it!!

After washing all the blood off, he went home, and soon he was greeted by two girls who looked fifteen and hugged him. His emotional eyes softened seeing his two lifelines. "Look what I have brought, Amaraa," he cooed softly while taking both of them with him. He gave one of them a parcel. The girl snatched it from him and opened it. It was a new addiction—the iPhone. "OMG! Thank you so much, Dadda," she excitedly hugged him and ran off with her new phone. Meanwhile, the other girl sighed.

"Why, Dadda. It must have cost too much," she said, as she was a mature one, unlike Amaraa. She knows the value of money.

"It's ok, Amaya, did you see her happiness?" he said while looking at Amaraa's face.

"But Dadda, how did you get this much money?" her question got cut off in the middle by him."I told you, Amaya, it's not your business," he scolded, as the smile on his face changed. He doesn't want his princess to know that he is a criminal, at least not now!

On the other hand.

A small fifteen-year-old girl. Her doe eyes were staring at the burning fire, and she felt like dying as it was her mother. Who is inside the fire? Her mother was diagnosed with cancer. She wiped the tears and steeled herself.

"Mamma, I will never disappoint you. I will make you proud, Momma," she said, and went from there!

She reached home, only to be shocked as she saw a new lady with her father. She is not that dumb to not understand what's happening! She knows that her father doesn't love her mother; in fact, he hates her and is waiting for her death. About her,he hates her to this day. She was born when he lost his business. He blamed her, and even her whole family blamed her. They blamed the thirteen-year-old girl for her mother's disease.

"You bitch. This is your new mother," her so-called father said to her, as the woman looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

Two years had passed, and she often found herself watching her stepmother feed her half-sister, the ache of missing her mother still raw. It was as if her mother's death had erased her existence, leaving her an invisible ghost haunting the halls. Her stepmother's anger seemed to find its way to her, and she bore the brunt of it.

But it was her stepmother's revelation that shook her to her core: her father was a manwhore, entangled in a web of smuggling, drug dealing, and sex trafficking. The list went on, and the thought sent shivers down her spine.

Then, she stumbled upon a letter on her floor: "Hey, girl. If you really wanna leave this life, run away tonight. I heard your so-called dad is gonna give you to the mafia as a sex slave." She recognized her stepmother's handwriting, and a mix of emotions swirled inside her. Heartbroken, she realized her father was capable of such depravity.

With a sense of urgency, she packed essentials, her eyes landing on a wad of cash and a note that read "take it." She cast a final glance at the house, hoping to never set foot in it again. But as she slipped into the night, she couldn't shake the feeling that her past was hot on her heels, chasing her into an uncertain future.