After Pamela spoke, everything changed. My parents stopped calling me Pamela and began using my full name coldly. They even cursed at me.

I couldn’t understand why they had changed so much. I needed to find the answer in this second chance at life.

Pamela soon brought an old widower to the caravan.

She said in the local dialect, “Make her suffer and she’s yours.”

My blood turned cold. I pinched my thighs to stay calm, but my heart burned with hatred. No wonder the man had tortured me so badly in my past life.

It turned out that it was all Pamela’s doing.

The old man came closer. His eyes were disgusting and his body smelled terrible. Just as he tried to touch me, I kicked him hard between the legs.

He fell, groaning in pain. But that was nothing compared to what he did to me before.

I ran out of the caravan, shouting, “Help!”

My parents and Pamela chased after me, but some herdsmen had already gathered after hearing the noise.

“Please save me!” I begged in the local dialect.

“They want to sell me to that man!”

Pamela’s face changed.

She quickly translated, trying to cover it up as she said, “She’s sick. She always thinks people are trying to hurt her. We’ll take her to the doctor.”

My parents grabbed my arms, trying to drag me back. I held tightly onto a herdswoman’s legs, crying,

“I’m not sick! They really want to hurt me!”

The herdsmen looked unsure. But then the old widower came out, holding his crotch and shouting in anger.

Pamela used the chance to say, “See? She’s crazy! Stay away from her!”

Hearing this and seeing the old man’s face, the herdsmen backed away. Even the woman I held pushed me off in fear. My parents grabbed me and dragged me into the caravan.

“Which wine did you not drink? How can you speak the local dialect?” my father shouted.

“You cunning girl!”

Pamela sneered as she said, “Do you think you can win? It’s useless. One word from me is enough to destroy you.”

She gave a signal and the old man came in with a stone.

“You dared to kick me. Let’s see if your legs are harder than this rock!”

In my past life, he had used that stone to smash my legs.

Terrified, I tried to run, but my parents held me down.

“Break her legs! She won’t be able to escape!”

“Make sure she can never stand again. Then she’ll never compete with Pamela!”

They looked like monsters. The old man raised the stone.

After that, suddenly, I heard a voice behind me.

“Stop! Don’t touch Madeline!”

Andrew rushed in, pushed the old man away and helped me up.

“Madeline, are you hurt?” he asked, holding me tightly.

Then, he turned to my parents.

“Uncle, Aunt … weren’t you supposed to be traveling? How could you let this happen? I need answers.”

He held me in his arms, staring at my parents with anger and suspicion.

When he asked them what happened, they looked away and said nothing.

"If they won’t tell me, then Madeline will," Andrew said gently as he wiped my tears.

"It’s only been one day and my Madeline has become a little kitten."

No, not one day.

Three long years.

Leaning against his chest, I finally felt safe after all the pain I had endured. I took a shaky breath and told him everything.

"After horseback riding, a beggar came and spoke to my parents. They didn’t like her at first, but suddenly they hugged her and said they wanted her to be their adopted daughter. They forced me to hand over the company.”

“I pretended to agree, but then they tried to drug me and let that man hurt me. I didn’t drink it. And you came just in time … "

By the end, I was crying again.

Andrew’s face turned cold.

"Anyone who hurts my Madeline will regret it."

He waved his hand and bodyguards rushed in, eyes fixed on Pamela like blades.

"No, don’t touch Pamela!" my parents cried, standing in front of her to protect her.

Andrew looked shocked.

Pamela stayed calm as she asked, "Don’t you want to know what I told them? Aren’t you curious why one sentence changed everything?"

A chill went through me. I grabbed Andrew’s hand and begged, "Don’t listen to her. Please, take me somewhere safe!"

He gently patted my hand.

"Don’t worry. I’ll hear her out, then take you away. I’ll protect you."

"No-"

But he let go of my hand and walked toward her. Pamela leaned close and whispered something. His face changed instantly.

The way he looked at her was full of surprise and love. Not for me, but for her. Not long after that, he turned to me with only coldness in his eyes.

"Do you think you can compare with Pamela? Your parents are right. You belong here."

He looked at the old widower as he said, "Do what you want. Make sure she never leaves."

My heart dropped. I begged Andrew to remember our past, but he ignored me. He gently held Pamela’s hand and walked away, leaving me behind like I meant nothing.

The old widower began undressing with a disgusting smile. I was trapped again. After that, I heard Pamela outside the caravan, repeating the same four words.

Now, I understood everything.