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

"Yes. I will go with you." The drunkard said, even though he looked like it was against his better judgement.

My lower lips trembled and I know I'm on the verge of tears. "Thanks so much, thank you." I whispered, sincerely.

Suddenly, I feel like a thousand of weight have been lifted from my shoulders.

"It's alright, Lady. You and the baby can't go on for this few days without some care. You're not on the strongest of health and baby needs care too. You have to be able to stay strong to avoid anything you've been avoiding before."

His words were like a healing balm to my battered soul. This man...this drunkard...I don't even know is doing everything to help me survive.

Tears escaped my eyes. "Thank you so much." I whispered helplessly.

"I think the baby is done feeding. Time for drugs." He groaned.

I followed his eyes to see my bare nipple hanging out and the sleeping Jaimie's mouth several air breaths away.

EPISODE 16. MY NAME IS JASAMINA.