Chapter 2

Vincent was sitting on the sofa in his room. His right hand was on his forehead with his eyes closed. He kept asking himself what happened to him. Why did he lose his mind? He wanted so badly to enjoy Angela's body and he almost raped her.

He sighed, then opened his eyes. He took the profile on the side table to his left and read it.

When his eyes saw Angela’s picture, his heart was pounding again, just like the first time he saw her. He had never felt this kind of feeling before. He couldn't get her out of his mind. His heart kept begging him to see her again.

He had met many beautiful women and slept with them. But he has no feelings for them. He only used them for sex.

“Angela Lee. Nineteen years old. Height 167, weight 56. Blood type A,” he smiled curiously, “Her blood type is the same as mine. Our hair and eye color are the same.”

He moved his gaze back to Angela's picture. He loved seeing her long, straight hair dangling down to her waist. Her beautiful face, her sexy body, and her flawless white skin mesmerized him.

His face suddenly turned sad when he saw the date of her birth. “December 6th,” he silenced for a moment, “Today is her birthday.”

Regret filled his heart and mind. He felt sorry that he had done something bad for her on her birthday.

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Angela's POV

I was lying on the bed in my apartment room. This place is old and doesn't look good at all. I don't have the money to rent a better place.

It had continued to snow since morning. This room feels so cold. My body is shaking under the blanket.

Tears kept falling from my unblinking eyes. I felt so sad and scared. I kept asking myself why my boss treated me so badly. He humiliated me and wanted to rape me.

I wiped my tears, trying my best to be strong. I want to forget everything that happened and I don't want to see him again forever. I decided not to work in that place anymore. I will look for another job tomorrow.

I really hope my adoptive father is here now to hug me. I really miss him so much. His name is Andrew Lee. He had died two years ago because of illness. He was very kind to me. He always treated me like his own daughter. He loved me as much as I love him.

He adopted me when I was 9 years old. Sister Anna, who took care of me since I was a baby, is his best friend. Before she died, she asked him to adopt me.

He has a wife named Samantha, and a daughter named Amanda who is 4 years older than me. They both really hated me. They always treated me so badly. My adoptive father couldn't do anything to them because he also loved them.

A week after I graduated from high school, they kicked me out of the house. Since then, I lived alone in this apartment.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. I really hope that tomorrow I can get a job and things will get better for me.