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 dried my sweaty hands on my dress, completely forgetting that I'm putting on a white dress. Then, I sighed when I remembered and quickly surveyed my dress. Thankfully, my hand was very clean and the sweat didn't leave dirt.

Calm down, Jasamina. You're not standing in front of the valley of the shadow of death, you're standing in front of Tann's house. Tann. You dont have to be so worked up, he's Tann.

The words didn't help at all or I would have stopped feeling this way two days ago.

As I stared at the door, I had this strange urge to turn and bolt but so many things stopped me. I gathered my courage and knocked.

The door immediately swung open and a plump woman in her late sixties or so was standing in front of the door with a warm smile on her face.

"You must be Miss Jasamina!" The woman asked enthusiastically, her western accent sticking out through her words.

"Good evening, Ma'am." I replied, stuck at the door.

EPISODE 14: DINNER DATE