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Dawn had only just begun to break over New York when Sloane Quinn's eyes flew open. The alarm was still hours away, but her mind refused to drift back into the peaceful embrace of sleep. The unfamiliar bed pressed against her back with foreign weight, and her thoughts were already racing: the first day, the first training, Lennox Graves, Marcus, the tour.

The city lights were blurring into a sea of neon, but for the first time in a week, I could breathe. ​I was no longer "Martin," the junior editor. I was Hannah. And the King was alone in his castle. The transition from the sterile, suffocating silence of the 40th floor to the pulsating bass of a BGC lounge was exactly the shock to the system I needed. The air in Bonifacio Global City felt different—sharper, younger, and far away from the "Legacy" that had tried to swallow me whole.

" I went home excitedly as I looked forward to continuing my studies. The next day, I looked at the luxurious mansion in front of me with trepidation. I was worried Mrs. Sanders would not like me. I might end up losing my chances with school. However, I worked up the courage to enter the house. The door opened before I even knocked. "You're here, Zara. Come on in! "Take a seat and have a drink. Just wait a little. Mrs. Sanders will be down soon." "Thank you, Mr. Sanders." I sat on the sofa with a glass of water as I waited for Mrs. Sanders. It was an intense pain that woke me up from unconsciousness. Larry was on top of me when I said with fear.

“No… no… no! Oh God, please!” “God?” the voice replied, dripping with sarcasm. “There is no God that’s going to save you here. Save your breath, human.” It took a moment for my brain to register that someone else was here with me. I sniffled, swallowing my sobs, knowing that crying would do nothing to help me escape this nightmare. “Who are you? Where are we? What is this place?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m Vladivostok,” the voice replied with a bitter chuckle. “But you can call me Vlad. Welcome to hell, sweetheart—the beasts’ lair.”

Vivian's face darkened, and she quickly signed her name. "Don't regret this," she said. Regret? I looked at Nancy and saw the indifference on her face. It was the same coldness she had inherited from Vivian. Even the disgust in her eyes was the same. Everything was so obvious now. There was nothing to regret. I put away the divorce agreement and turned to Nancy. "No one will ruin your New Year's Day celebration anymore. I won't bother you anymore, either." No one knew how I had gotten through those six New Year's Days. While everyone else was preparing to spend the New Year's Day holiday with their families, I sat there holding a cold lawsuit filing and reading through it page by page.

And a new beginning had just begun. ---

This was only the beginning. *************************************************