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 crooned and coaxed the baby, rocking him softly in my arms as I walked round the room. Doing nothing in particular, I refused to think, just held the baby.

All those memories I buried two years ago were threatening to surface with the baby on my arm but I tried really hard to shut the door of my mind to it.

"Grr! Garh!" Jaimie shrieked occasionally, smiling as he looked up at me. The small eyes that stares at me with so much happiness always tugs on my damn heart.

"You can't trust me, buddy. I'm a damaged man. You don't trust a man that couldn't protect his own family." I conversed with the boy as I walked around.

"Grah!!!" He shrieked, smiling the more. A small smile tugged my lips as I stared at his angelic face. Very beautiful baby.

Just like Dannie when he was born.

The thought came from nowhere, jolting me inwardly. I carried the baby to the kitchen to give him to his mother. I need to be alone.

EPISODE 28. THE DAMAGED MAN AND A WORD LIKE GOLD.