The Carrington Estate stood proudly beneath the night sky, its crystal chandeliers glowing through towering windows.
From the outside...
It looked like the perfect home.
Inside...
It hid a nightmare.
The massive front doors suddenly swung open.
An older man named Richard stepped inside, his worn denim jacket soaked from the rain.
His expression was calm.
But his eyes searched every corner of the mansion.
Then he saw her.
His daughter, Olivia, lay trembling on the living room floor.
Blood stained her lips.
A dark bruise surrounded one eye.
She struggled to breathe as tears streamed down her face.
Richard's heart nearly stopped.
He rushed toward her, kneeling beside his injured daughter.
Before he could help her stand, her husband, Ethan, stepped forward holding a glass of liquor.
Richard slowly rose to his feet.
His voice echoed through the silent mansion.
"Get out of my house right now."
Ethan laughed bitterly.
"This is my house."
The room fell silent.
Then Olivia reached weakly toward her father.
Tears mixed with the blood on her face as she whispered,
"Dad... please get me out of here."
Richard gently squeezed her hand.
He didn't need another explanation.
He already knew everything he needed to know.