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she was in a new place, she would take me with her. I was born in Los Angeles. Two months later, she took me to England and we lived there without him for four y

m tonight. Tomorrow I'll talk to my contacts at the border. We need to change the route, honey." Kia touched his arm. "Don't tell me what to do. - Dad was rude. I made a noise on purpose to let them know I was coming, went down the stairs and waited. They ignored me and I went to the car, when my guard told me he was ready to take me to the party. Luckily, Kia acted jealous and said she didn't like riding with me because I looked like my mother. They always fought about it, until Dad decided to keep me in a different vehicle than they did. I looked like my mother, not as much as Kia said. My parents had blue eyes, straight brown hair, inherited from my paternal grandmother. Mom was dark-skinned, Latina, had a more prominent nose and a body that many people would kill to have. I didn't have many curves, maybe because I didn't have enough fat. Dad said I was very pretty and he would get an excellent marriage deal, very lucrative for our family. For that reason, he kept me locked up tight. It wasn't just because when he was high, he liked to torture me emotionally. He had plans that terrified me. My environment was made up of very wealthy men who had enough power to do whatever they wanted. Any husband he found me could be just another cruel sadist. Who could protect me if I wasn't even safe with my own father? "Are you okay, Miss Hudson?" Brady asked from the front seat. "I'm fine," I lied, as I did every day. And he knew. Brady started protecting me two years ago, when my previous bodyguard mysteriously disappeared. He was kinder and somewhat polite, always saying good morning or good afternoon, never rushing me, and every now and then, he would give me cereal bars with sugar and chocolate. I didn't open up, because I didn't know if he wanted to get closer to gain my trust and end up telling some possible secret to my father. As if my life was interesting... Mrs. King's parties were always crowded and very refined. All of California's high society attended, even those I wasn't sure could be considered good people. Not every citizen was good. Some gave me the creeps. I walked in alone, Brady went to the side and Donatella stepped in my way, greeting me with her usual warmth. She smelled nice and made me feel