I had long ago forgotten the old me when Fate urged me to get married to him.

My sinful past was hidden inside a large suitcase locked in a train station of Europe for years. Nobody remembered it. Not even me. First I was dragged to exotic journeys and then to his little palace and he made me his little whore. In public, we were a nice couple and he was pretending to be a decent and proper middle-aged businessman while I, half his years, could be his daughter and was living in his shadow.

This was not a marriage. The sweet palace was turned into a brothel, a harem of which I was...the "queen". He was insatiable, unstoppable, violent...But even though I hated him for my miserable life, all these transformed to an unbelievable passion and lust at sex. I knew nothing. He taught me everything. And obeyed him or the end of me would come.

I was told that such an innocent beauty shouldn't make her own things or decisions or likes. He wanted me to be a "virgin mind" to be exploited...If only he knew...If only I knew...

Thank Fate somebody decided to get rid of my husband and thus set me free...Free as I was before getting married to that sick old bastard...