Is anyone there? Help me! Hello? Hello? I'm trapped here… let me go!"
"Stop screaming. No one is coming to save you, Flora."
"Shut your mouth. I know Jack will come for me. Of course he will. I am the goddess of this world."
"Really, Flora? Is that what you think? That crown was mine — you stole it. You're a thief."
"Rose, are you fine? I'm here to save you."
"Jack…"
They embraced, and he kissed her gently.
"Let's go, Rose."
Jack opened the prison gate with a command.
"Jack, I'm here too! Save me as well!"
"Jack! Stop ignoring me! Jaaack!"
They left me there — throwing me into the mouth of death. Was I really going to die at the age of twenty? No… no, that couldn't happen. It couldn't end like this.
You must be wondering why I was in prison… and why Jack and Rose left me behind.
My name is Flora. I am twenty years old.
To understand how I ended up in this situation, you need to know my past.
Let's begin from the start.
I was born into a middle-class family. Yes… we were poor.
Why? Why was I poor?
Since childhood, I had only one dream — that someone would throw six or seven billion dollars in my face. I wanted money. I needed money.
But let me go back.
We were a simple family. Because we couldn't afford a car, we used to travel by bus. One day, everything was normal… until that cursed bus met with an accident.
Many people were injured. My family was among them.
But because of the class system, the rich passengers were treated first. The people who truly needed urgent care were ignored.
They died.
My mother and father were among them.
I saw them die in front of my eyes… in my hands.
After that, I was sent to an orphanage.
It's not that I didn't have relatives. I did. But the moment the insurance money came into their hands, they threw me away like a piece of trash.
I was only ten years old.
Life at the orphanage wasn't kind either. The stronger kids bullied me. They would snatch whatever little money I had.
One day, they beat me badly and took all the money I had earned. I lay in the back alley all night, crying in pain. No one came to help.
That was the day I understood something very clearly:
Power and money are everything in this world.
The next morning, I dragged myself back to the orphanage. One of my legs was covered in blood. Blood was dripping from my head. My left hand had turned blue from the bruises.
When I reached my room, I quietly sat on my bed and opened my books.
At the age of eleven, I received a scholarship to a prestigious school for the rich.
And that…
That was the beginning of my new life.