My name is Jasamina McCully and I am twenty years old.

Two years ago, my parents forced me to marry a rich congressman named Ludale McCully. A forty-five year old man that turned out to be the most abusive man on the whole planet.

"To save my family from poverty." My mother had said to me as she pushed me to marry the forty-five year old man. I was crying and begging my parents but they didn&#x27;t listen. I was just a means to an end.

He abused and beat me within an inch of my life for the past two years. Everytime I get the chance, I try to escape and every single time he finds me.

Then, he punishes me for ever trying to leave. The punishment is always worst than death. Because of that, I never tried to escape again.

My name is Jasamina and I am a girl afraid of her husband because I know what he can do. But I&#x27;m also a mother. 

After giving birth to my baby two months ago and loving him with my whole life...I know a time will come when I have to choose between being scared of my husband or trying to survive with my little boy.

The time came soon. 
It&#x27;s either to survive or die by Dale&#x27;s hand.

I made the choice to TRY and survive. 

It&#x27;s just that sometimes...even choices are against you. Sometimes, even the choice can be taken from you.

My name is Jasamina McCully. 
And this is the story of my life.


THE HOMELESS BILLIONAIRE

I couldn't thank the woman enough for the great favour she's given me. If not for her, I would have been taken away by the police.

I stared at the piece of paper in my hand and quickly memorized the address written there. Just in case I loose the piece of paper at a point.

I just hope the address remains in my mind.

"I have to go now." I said to the woman..

She nodded her head but turned away from me to a table sitting at one end of the sitting room, she withdrew a few dollars and gave it to me.

"Oh...I can't possibly take..." I started to decline.

"Take it." She urged me. "It's for the baby. I give it to you from my heart. I pray your husband never finds you again."

Tears of gratitude filled my eyes. "Thanks a lot, ma'am."

I wasted no time in picking up my bag. I made sure my sleeping baby was safely on my back as I walked into the street.

EPISODE 10. SEEKING A NEW REFUGE.