Chapter 1


    "Anastasia, help! I''ve been molested at the club!"


    The desperate and helpless sound other best friend''s voice was the only thing on Anastasia


    Tillman''s mind as she rushed over to the clubhouse.


    Room 808. Anastasia looked up at the number que on the door of the private room. It was the


    same room number that her best friend, Hayley Seymour, had texted her. Without another thought,


    she barged through the door to save her friend.


    When the door swung open under her hand, she was greeted by the darkness within. Suddenly, a


    strong hand sped around her wrist and dragged her into the dark room, followed by a loud thud


    as the door mmed shut.


    "Hey—who are you, and what do you want?!" Anastasia shrieked, her eyes darting around wildly as


    she tried to make out her surroundings.


    "Settle down, and I''ll treat you well." A man''s deep and husky voice spoke close to her ear.


    The next second, Anastasia was unceremoniously tossed onto the couch, and before she could


    scramble to her feet, a lean and strong body pinned her down.


    She let out a muffled cry when a pair of lips that tasted like peppermint captured hers.


    The man on top of her felt burning hot to the touch. A sense of hopelessness brought tears to her


    eyes as she tried to struggle against the man, but in the end, she could do nothing but endure the


    man''s ferocity.


    An hourter, Anastasia staggered out of the room, looking disheveled. She had only just been


    through a nightmare, but that didn''t distract her from worrying about her best friend''s safety.


    She was just about to call Hayley''s number when she saw a group of men and women walking out


    the side door. Under the lights, she instantly recognized the two of the women in the group.


    One happened to be Hayley, her best friend who had cried for help on the phone earlier, and the


    other was Anastasia''s stepsister, Erica Tillman. The two girls walked side by side with their arms


    linked, as if they were the closest of friends.


    Shock and rage colored Anastasia''s features when she saw them. "Stop right there, Hayley!" she


    called out loudly over the distance as her fists clenched tightly at her sides.


    Upon hearing this, Hayley and Erica swiveled around to face her. Anastasia glowered at them,


    ashen-faced as she demanded of Hayley, "Why would you lie to me?!"


    Hayley smirked. "It''s not my fault that you''re always so gullible, Anastasia."


    "Did you have a good time with that gigolo back there?" Erica asked in a sing-song voice, smiling


    wickedly.


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    It was only then that Anastasia realized that both of them had set her up. The chastity she had held


    dear for the past neen years was now sacrificed for their despicable glee.


    Presently, Hayley''s eyes were frosty as she seethed, "Did you actually think I was your friend,


    Anastasia? I''ve been living in your shadow ever since we met! I hate you, and I want nothing more


    than to ruin that face of yours!"


    Erica, on the other hand, swiftly interjected by mocking, "I have the proof I need to show Dad that


    you''ve been pimping yourself for money at the club. It won''t be long until you''re thrown out of the


    house!"


    "You two—" Anastasia was so furious that she swayed. Her body was in tatters after the ordeal she


    had been through, and the collective weight of her friend''s betrayal and her sister''s cruelty nearly


    knocked her down.


    "Let''s go, Hayley! We don''t want to be seen with trash, do we?" With her arm looped through


    Hayley''s, Erica led her toward the sports car she had parked by the curb.


    Three dayster, at the Tillman Residence, a low male voice yelled out in rage, "You became an


    escort for money just because I wouldn''t let you go abroad for your studies? How can I, Francis


    Tillman, be capable of having such a shameless daughter like -U!


    you?


    "Dad, I didn''t—" "You didn''t? But you did, Anastasia! How could you go to such shameless lengths?


    Did we starve you, or did we deprive you of anything? I can''t believe you would pimp yourself to


    random strangers in a filthy clubhouse! For your sake, I hope you haven''t brought any disease back


    to this house. Who knows what my daughter and I could have caught from you," the woman who


    was dressed in jewels and fine clothes sneered from where she sat on the couch.


    "Dad, I really didn''t do it. I—" Anastasia tried to exin herself.


    However, Francis did not want to hear another word from her. He glowered at her maliciously as he


    snapped, "Still lying to me, I see. Get out of this home right now! I will not stand to have you under


    my roof. No daughter of mine could be so shameless. From now on, you are not my child!"


    Meanwhile, on the staircasending, Erica watched this scene y out as she leaned against the


    banister with her chin propped on her hand. Everything was going exactly the way she had nned.


    In a matter of minutes, Anastasia was going to be cast out of the house and wander around like


    some pathetic stray mutt.


    Downstairs in the living room, Anastasia fell silent when she saw the thunderous and disappointed


    look on her father''s face. She wordlessly rose from her seat and walked up the stairs to pack up her


    things.


    She had only just rounded thending when Erica barricaded her. With her arms crossed haughtily


    in front of her chest, the younger girl sneered, "Get out of here! Don''t linger around like an eyesore.


    This house will never have a ce for you ever again!"


    Anastasia clenched her fists as she glowered at Erica''s pleased expression.


    Seeing the hatred and anger in Anastasia''s eyes, Erica leaned forward. "What, do you want to p


    me or something?" She turned her cheek toward the fuming girl and said smugly, "Go right ahead,


    then!"


    Without holding back, Anastasia brought her hand down across Erica''s face, resulting in a hard


    p.


    "Ah!" Erica let out a shrill cry. "You just hit me! Mom, Dad—Anastasia just hit me!" She howled as


    she bolted down the stairs.


    Naomi Lowell quickly pulled her daughter into her arms and cried up the stairwell, "How dare you


    strike my daughter, Anastasia! What the hell are you ying at?!"


    Francis nced at the red imprints on Erica''s cheek, and he had never been more disappointed in


    his life. When did my oldest daughter be so infuriatingly rebellious?


    "Dad, it hurts..." Erica sobbed as she burrowed into her father''s arms, taking in exaggerated deep


    breaths like she was in great pain.


    "Get out of here, Anastasia!" Francis roared up the stairs.


    Having packed up her things, Anastasia grabbed her passport and went down the stairs. Her heart


    grew stone-cold when she saw how her own father was holding Erica in his arms like she was


    something precious.


    Anastasia knew then that she indeed had no ce in his heart. Francis had only heard Erica''s side


    of the story instead of asking Anastasia about the horrific incident she had enduredst night.


    Ever since her mother had passed, she had spent her years in this home living like an outsider, for


    her father had brought home his mistress and his illegitimate daughter to form a new family.


    Anastasia''s poor mother had never known about her husband''s extra-marital affairs, not even in her


    death.


    I will nevere back to this ce ever again.


    Inside the house, Erica watched as Anastasia dragged her suitcase out the front door, and a wicked


    smile curled on her lips. I finally got rid of that useless eyesore!


    Five yearster, a knock came on the front door of an apartment in Dansbury.


    The woman living in the apartment had been poring over her designs when she heard the knock. A


    little bewildered, she walked up to the door and pulled it open unhappily. When she saw the two


    Asian men in suits, she asked in Chinese, "Who are you looking for?"


    "Are you Miss Anastasia Tillman?" one of the two men asked in English.


    "I am. And you are?" Anastasia pressed.


    "We were asked to look for you. Your mother, Amelia Chapman, saved our young master''s life back


    in the day. The old madam whom we serve wishes to see you."


    She frowned at this. "Who''s the old madam you serve?


    "Old Madam Presgrave," the first man answered respectfully.


    Upon hearing this, Anastasia understood what had brought these men here. Old Madam Presgrave


    was the woman behind the Presgrave Group, the foremost conglomerate in the country. Years ago,


    Anastasia''s mother had sacrificed her life to save Old Madam Presgrave''s oldest grandson.


    It gave Anastasia great pride to have been born to a police officer as capable and


    righteous as Amelia.


    "I''m sorry, but I don''t intend to see her," Anastasia said decidedly. She had a feeling that the


    Presgraves wanted to repay Amelia''s great deed, but she had no ns of epting their gesture


    whatsoever.


    Just then, a childish and curious voice sounded from somewhere inside the apartment, asking,


    "Mommy, who is it?"


    "No one," Anastasia replied hastily. Then, she turned to address the men at the door, "Sorry, but I''m


    really not in a mood for guests at the moment."


    With that, she closed the door.


    Meanwhile, back in the country, a man was seated on the couch inside the vi tucked halfway up


    the hill. "Have you tracked her down?"


    "Yes, Young Master Elliot. The girl from the clubhouse five years ago just sold off your watch at the


    second-hand market."


    "Find her," said the man on the couch, his voice deep and authoritative.


    "Yes, sir!"