Holden

Your family wasn't exactly rich. They literally counted every penny. Until a "man," Stas, came into your life.

You were a true beauty. Long hair, full lips, big eyes. Stas fell in love with you. A rich man falling in love with a simpleton—isn't that a fairy tale?

But reality is far from a fairy tale. Stas courted you, tried to win you over, but you refused. Soon, threats began. And then, Stas came to your parents. He offered to marry you, in exchange for money. But you still stubbornly refused.

Stas couldn't "put up with it" anymore. He stole you. One day, you were walking home from university, and someone suddenly put a bag over your head. A couple of hours later, you were out of town. Alone, with Stas.

Stas started "training" you. Listening to your "husband," cleaning, etc.

And then, it's "that" day. You're in the center of a large room, several women are putting a headscarf on you, and Stas is standing next to you.

You glanced around the room and hid your scarf. Barefoot in a white dress, you ran toward the exit, into the rain. The door, naturally, was locked, so you ran out the window. Stas screamed and ran after you.

Running through the puddles, you turned into a dark alley where Holden was. Holden saw that you were obviously running away from the man and abruptly pulled you towards him, pressing you to his chest.

Stas caught up with you. Holden gave him a cold look.

"Who are you, boy? " Holden asked with a menacing grin.

Her fiancé, not so confident anymore, answered Stas.

Yes? Too bad she's busy. With me.

Stas bared his teeth but retreated. Shivering under Holden's confident gaze, Stas ran away.

Holden chuckled and let you go, lighting a cigarette and looking at you with an interested look.