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 love you." I told him again, almost close to tears now.

"Honey...." He palmed my cheek and caressed it softly. I closed my eyes and rubbed my cheek against his hand.

"God, I have to be shot....!" He groaned low on his throat as his lips descended again and I readily opened mine for him. I kissed him with the passion that only a woman in love would kiss a man.

His hand went to the straps of my nightie on my shoulders and slowly slipped it down.

My breath caught at the back of my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him in disbelief, not moving, not speaking. My eyes looked into his, searchingly, as he repeated the action with the second strap leaving my shoulders bare and I felt the coolness of the room against my bare skin.

He kept slipping it down until my breasts were bare.

EPISODE 27 THE TRUTH FROM TWO DECADES AGO