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The night was dark and horribly silent. A thin and weak woman was running on the wet road weakly to escape from the crowd which was following her to snatch every part of her body and bit her skin.

The beautiful but sweaty face was pale and her thin lips were dehydrated. Her hair was messy and her clothes were torn. Her slim and weak body was impaired and dirty and her breaths were high. Still, she was running to save her life just like a deer runs to save itself from a hungry tiger. It was hard to walk, but she was running. It was hard to breathe but she was panting. It was hard to speak but she was crying. She did not know when this battle would end and when she would escape from them.

Before half an hour, she was working in the club without having a pinch of an idea that she will have to run on the deserted road covering her chest and screaming for help. She will have to hold her every breath in her fist so that those people couldn’t find her after hearing her rushing breaths.

After hiding for two hours, in the middle of the night, she saw the central subway station of Vento City and her dizzy eyes sparkled in hope. She swallowed in her dry throat and ran to the station.

“Help me! Please. Please.”

The ticket counter was desolate when she supported herself sickly and took off money from the pocket of her shirt then extended her trembling palm on the counter. The man on the counter was sleeping and snoring so he could not hear her requests.

“Hello. Please help me. Help!!!” She yelled with all her strength and knocked on the counter which made the man wake up from his precious sleep. He was angry for a moment but when he saw a bloody and dirty but smooth palm which was trembling uncontrollably, he widened his eyes and look at the person whose panting was reaching in his ears.

“Where do you want to go?” He was shocked because it was a girl in the middle of the night.

“Any… Anywhere… Please hurry up.” Her voice was heavy and hoarse.

The man could not see her face clearly because it was covered with her long and messy hair but her red and swollen teary eyes were terrific. He swallowed his curiosity and printed a ticket for her.

The girl did not wait and gripped the ticket in her fist and run away.

“Miss, what’s wrong with you?” He yelled at her back.

“Hello. It is the last train to Ang City. Get on platform number one.” He yelled back but till now, she had vanished from his sight. He sighed in surprise then sat on his chair as if his sleep was snatched by that girl. It seemed that she was escaping from something.

As soon as she reached platform number one, the train had already arrived. She ran into it immediately.

After running continuously for two hours, the speed of her breathing had also increased just like the speed of the train. She wiped her face from the back of her palm and leaned back on the seat while closing her painful eyes. But she could not control her tears for a long time. She covered her face in her trembling and bloody palms and began to cry. There was no one to hear her screams and cries. She did not care where she was going to reach in the end and ignored the upcoming station’s announcements. But when she heard ‘Last Station’, she wiped her tears and looked at the blinking screen above the door.

It was Ang city, the last stop.

San Owen got out of the train and turned her head to look around. This station was empty, too. When she started walking towards the stairs to get out, she heard the shouting of the crowd and her heart began to jump again. She turned her head and looked behind. Far away, that group of sinful people were running towards her. After a while, her facial expressions changed and she chose to run with all her strength.

“Help!”

When it seemed impossible to run away from them and her breathing began to go out of her control, she started asking for help by knocking on the doors and windows of the cars parked on the road, hoping that someone who would have been sitting inside, would save her from those roosters as her eyes were no longer able to see clearly.

“Help me!”

These screams fell in the ears of that drunk man who had just come out of a hotel a while back and resting in his car while leaning back on the driver's seat. He lowered his arm from his forehead and opened his eyes slowly as if he was being disturbed. He glanced at the helpless woman who was crazily knocking on each car. He was drunk and his vision was blurred already, also he did not care. He glanced at that thin and injured woman for a while then closed his eyes while sipping a cigarette.

“Help!! Help me!!”

The black and elegant car was parked on the road which was her last hope because her legs were no longer supporting her and she had already seen a man inside it.

“Please save me!”

As soon as she saw that man, she got courage and strength and she started banging on the door loudly. She was so lost in the hope of help that she didn't even know when the crowd reached her finally.

“You bitch!”

She was dragged and the horrible laughs made the atmosphere chilling. She was gathered by hungry men who began to beat and play with her body mercilessly and her screams became terrific.

The door of the car was opened suddenly and the men got out of it. He closed the door and glanced at the crowd after narrowing his dark eyes. A golden chain was sparkling on his slender and long neck and the strong chest was peeking out proudly because the top two buttons were unbuttoned from his pale yellow shirt. The sleeves of his were half folded revealing a massive tattoo on his right arm. He was looking wild and extremaly hot. 

The crowd looked at the man and stopped teasing the woman. In a while, Sara Owen rushed to the man and clung to him tighter.

“Save me, please.” She had clenched his collar tightly but he did not look at her.

“Leave that woman.” One man shouted at this tall and strange young man.

The tall man sighed and stepped towards the car. Sara Owen got stunned and held his arm tightly.

“Please don’t go. Help me!”

The man did not care and opened the door of the car, grabbed his blazer then looked at the crowd with his heavy gaze.

“Go away if you don’t want to die.”

The tall man put the coat on the weak shoulders of the trembling woman and she held it to cover her torso.

“You son of a bitch! Didn’t you listen to me?”

The tall man lit a cigarette for him and looked at the mad man who had rushed towards him.

Bang!!!

In a punch, in a while, the mad man flew in the air and was thrown far away. The crowd became stunned and the woman weakly leaned back to the car. Finally, she would be saved.

The whitish-grey smoke flew from his dark and thin lips and roamed in the air around him and he glanced at the crowd with his dark and heavy eyes.

The crown did not dare to step ahead and run away speedily.

The tall and drunk man turned his head lazily and looked at the weak woman covered in sweat, blood and dirt. When she saw them running away, she lowered her head and cried. The tall man stepped ahead and looked at her from head to toe.

“Don’t cry. Those people have run away.” His hoarse and heavy voice was seductive and low. Sara Owen raised her red and teary eyes and then looked at the man while sobbing.

He flicked the cigarette butt in the air and turned back while lighting another cigarette for him.

“Where do you live?”

Sara Owen stared at his back in a daze. His yellow shirt was sweaty.

Would she return home after this mess?

The drunk man sipped the cigarette and looked at her unsteadily. Was she hesitating because he was drunk?

“I will call my assistant to drop you.” He added in his sexy voice.

“I don’t have a home.” She murmured. He raised his arm and looked at his wristwatch which was dazzling perfectly on his bloody wrist.

It was three o’clock at night. He sighed and then opened the door of the car of the back seat.

“Come with me.”

Sara Owen quickly raised her head and looked at his back, “To where?”

“You said you don’t have a home. But I have.” He turned back and looked at her with blurred vision.

“In the morning, you can go wherever you want to go.”

Sara Owen looked at his angular face and a strong feeling of positivity raised in her heart. She did not wait and got in the back seat weakly.

The man in the yellow shirt flicked the cigarette butt and took off his mobile phone and called.

“Nolan.”

He was drunk and there was a scared woman in the back seat of his car. He did not want to drive so he called his assistant.

He raised his head and looked at the gate of the hotel. He did not want to smoke because now his legs were senseless and he was dizzy. He turned back and got in the car beside that woman who had already slept. He leaned back on the seat and did not know when Assistant Nolan arrived and when they reached his private villa 'October' in Vento City.

The black elegant car entered the giant Iron Gate and stopped in front of the large villa. It was five o’clock in the morning. Assistant Nolan got out of the car and looked at the man and woman who were sleeping soundly in the back seat.

“President.” Assistant Nolan dared to wake him up and surprisingly, his president opened his eyes quickly.

“We are here.” He spoke.

As soon as he tried to move, he found a face on his broad chest as the woman had clung to him tightly. He sighed and carried the woman in his arms and headed towards the guest room effortlessly. Assistant Nolan was looking at his back surprisingly. He raised his head and looked at the big portrait of that young and handsome man.

Yohan Dixon.

The name was whittled in the lower right corner of the giant portrait which was enough to shudder anyone.