The gates of Montserrat Prison clanged open to release a prisoner. A tall man in ordinary clothes walked out, having served his three-year conviction term. "I can finally be with my family again," Tyler said aloud, shielding his eyes with his hand from the bright noon sun. He didn't turn back to look at the prison facade. Montserrat was a maximum-security prison, home to the most heinous and dangerous criminals in the world. But Tyler never belonged to this living hell. Three years ago, Tyler stood on the cusp of glory—top grad, dream job. And Erica Sinclair, his stunning childhood love, one of the prettiest girls in town, just said yes to his proposal. Then came the nightmare. Trent Cooper, a rich playboy with a twisted obsession for Erica, ambushed them in a drunken rage. "If you won't be my girlfriend, I'll make you my girlfriend by force!" the billionaire brat roared, dragging Erica into his car. Tyler fought back, managing to save her. In the scuffle, the drunken Tre

As Ruth struggled in vain, one of the henchmen spoke up. "Boss, the bitch hasn't paid the installment for six months. She owes ten grand every month to compensate the Coopers.“ ”But every time, she sent us off with old furniture instead. I just checked the house and found only thirty-two dollars in her stash." The leader spat with disdain. "You filthy scum of a woman! Where are you hiding our money?" Ruth wailed in pain and tried to explain herself. "I'm sorry, mister. But my husband's wages are quite low. We don't have enough for three meals a day. Please forgive us..." "Do you think this is a joke, wench? Is the Cooper family going to be fooled by your lies?" Ruth joined her hands, crying profusely. "Please, I am telling you the truth… Wait! I'll sell some cutlery to neighbors and try to arrange five hundred dollars. I promise! Please give me fifteen minutes." The leader's eyes were bloodshot in anger. "Five hundred? Have we come here to collect spare change, bitch?” “May

"Do you know who I am?" the beauty snapped. "I'm Natalie Anderson! How dare you try to scam me? Are you aware of my family's influence? The Mayor, the Chief of Police, and the Chief City Attorney are our family friends! Get lost, or you'll end up in prison for the rest of your life!"The Anderson family was the wealthiest in Sapphire City and owned many businesses, hotels, and shopping malls. They practically bathed in money and, no wonder, had contacts in high places.Tyler narrowed his eyes. The cinematic bubble of running into an angelic beauty had popped for him. Natalie was just a spoiled heiress, and he hated such women with a vengeance.Billionaires who didn't raise their kids right created brats who thought they owned the world. Such ingrates believed their acts had no consequences; they trampled and abused everyone in their paths without mercy or sympathy.A tragic example of such a horrible brat was Trent Cooper, who destroyed his life and tortured his family over a petty inc

Gertrude scoffed at the young man. "Rescue? Force? Has prison rotted your brain, punk?" "Who asked you to come back, huh? We don't want your stink in our mansion! We don't want you anywhere near our daughter! Get lost!" Tyler was about to protest when three Rolls-Royce limousines cruised into the compound. Sharply dressed butlers and bodyguards shuffled out and stood in attention. The middle limo's chauffeur opened the passenger door, and a young man in an Armani wedding suit stepped out gracefully. It was none other than the billionaire scion Trent Cooper. "Oh, Mr. Cooper is here with limousines!" Gertrude called out to the servants. "Everyone! Let's get ready quickly to move to the wedding venue—Marian Hotel!" As the Sinclair servants ran helter-skelter in a hurry, Trent came face to face with Tyler. "Who are you?" he asked with condescension. "If you are a beggar, we will distribute alms outside the wedding reception. Homeless guys can have leftover food. Now, get out of my w

Natalie exhaled sharply, clearly irritated. Her father had told her specifically not to force Tyler. Only to deliver the card and wait for his time. It burned her pride, but there was nothing she could do. As her little revenge, she pulled the car to a stop with a scowl, and without another word, pushed the door open. “Out.” Tyler stepped out casually, and the door slammed shut behind him. The car sped off, leaving a slight screech on the pavement. *** A few blocks back, Trent had been holding his breath the entire time as he watched the luxury car disappear into the distance. He finally exhaled, whispering to himself in disbelief, “That… that can’t be real. There’s no way that guy has anything to do with the Anderson family…” Beside him, Erica was still sobbing, her hand pressed against her burning cheek. “Who the hell was that woman?! And why did you slap me for her?!” Trent’s rage reignited at the question. “That woman is Natalie Anderson, from the Anderson family! The one