Chapter 2

James and I met through a dating service. He's 31 this year, makes over a million dollars annually, and is both muscular and handsome.

Apparently he had a girlfriend before, but James' work is special - he's often away for months at a time.

Plus he has a child.

Entrusted to him by his late brother.

His ex-girlfriend thought she could handle it at first, but the problem was the kid.

This wasn't an ordinary child - he had very strong aggressive tendencies.

On their first meeting, he apparently knocked the girl down with a sweeping kick. His pranks were endless. She ran away after less than two days.

Until she met me.

I came from a poor family without much education. My only asset was my thick skin.

I gave the matchmaker $500 to make me sound as good as possible.

By the time it reached James, I had become an accomplished musician, artist and chef - the perfect virtuous wife and loving mother, not to mention a great beauty.

James was intrigued and agreed to meet me. After seeing me in person, he was even more interested.

The next day we got married. The bride price was a million dollars, plus this big villa.

But there was one condition - I had to take good care of that violent little boy.

I held my head, eyes darting around nervously.

I really couldn't be sure if James was telling the truth or not.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

I was a bit slow to respond, and the door was forcefully pushed open.