Chapter 1 .

(A/N: Warning!

I will first say that English is not my main language, I'm Norwegian, and our grammar is very different. But I try my best to get it correct, so if you see the mistakes you are welcome to point them out for me to learn. Just no need to be rude about it.

This is a REVERSE HAREM story, so that means the female lead will have multiple lovers. This story will also contain abuse, sexual content, torture, murder etc. The female lead is also a strong Empath and, for those who don't know what it means, I suggest you read up on it before you talk down on the main character with hateful words.

The sex scenes in this story won't be too overly done or described in depth. If you have read some of my previous stories you know how I do. But you have been warned sex will be a topic in this story, so you don't need to complain that you waist money on sexual content.

If none of what I have warned you about earlier is for you, then stop reading here! It's also very unnecessary to write hateful comments on the stuff you have been warned about here. That just ruins the story for the ones that actually love my stories.

And with that, I hope you will enjoy my creativity and join me in following our female lead story in search of her happiness and love. Where her family will fight for her attention, always wanting to be with her since they have lost so many years of her life.

Love Tonje)

Shit. Shit. Shit I have to do it over. If Ivan sees I accidently burned his food, I will be in for another beating. I quickly get the burned food and toss it in the trash to start over.

I should have enough time to do so. I hurry to get their dinner done, and then I plate it on two different plates, put aluminum foil over it and keep it in the oven on just a very low heat to keep it warm.

I hurried to clean up because if Ivan see one single thing out of place he would give me another beating. Not that I feel pain anymore, but I do have five broken ribs, three on my right side and two on my left. And as said, it's not like I feel the pain anymore, but my body still feels some limited movement, and it's hard to breathe properly, so I need to let them heal a little before I can take anymore.

And after I got a bad beating from Ivan 2 years ago, I lost all my previous memories.

Now all I know is being Ivan's maid, following his every order. If I bleed on his floors, it's my job to clean it up. I'm not allowed to cry, scream and always have to respond with 'Yes Sir', 'Yes Ma'am'.

If I'm lucky, I get half a slice of bread that will have to last for 2 days. But I also work at a Diner as a waitress, and the couple there are always nice and make me some dinner either during my shift or before I have to head home. They always say I'm so small and need to eat properly.

All the tips I'm making I have to give to Ivan. But I have been able to sneak away some and save a little for myself to get some necessities, like concealer, shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, razors, toothbrush and toothpaste.

I also have to buy my own clothes, of course. I don't have a lot, but I have at least managed to get some clothes so I can hide all the injuries I'm getting from Ivan and Lily.

And honestly, every night I go to sleep I just pray I don't wake up the next day. Because I can't take much more of this life. I don't understand what I have done to deserve this.

After I finished cleaning up the kitchen so it didn't have a single dirty spot on it, I quickly set the dining table for those two.

Today I made creamy garlicky mashed potatoes, steak and a creamy mushroom steak sauce. It has been made to perfection, just like Ivan demands it's made. I have also found two wine glasses and gotten the Cabernet Sauvignon wine ready for them.

I heard Ivan's car coming up the driveway, so I quickly got their plates from the oven, took off the foil and placed them on the table.

Now I just have to disappear out of sight so they can enjoy their dinner fully. Ivan doesn't like to see an eyesore like me when he eats.

I got my backpack and I had to leave for work, so I rushed out the back entrance so I can get to the Diner.

After I have walked the 15-minute walk to get to the dinner, I get in and greet Ruben and Dahlia with a polite bow before I get to work on serving our customers.

Ruben Bates is 48 years old and he is 187 cm tall. He has short mousy brown hair, gray blue eyes and a hawk nose.

Dahlia Bates is 45 years old and she is 172 cm tall. She has shoulders short chestnut brown hair, cognac brown eyes and a turned up nose.

Oh, since I mentioned Ivan and Lily, I guess I can also tell you what those two look like.

Lily Brown, my mother, is 45 years old and 168 cm tall. She has shoulder short auburn brown hair, and we have the same pink eyes and button nose.

Ivan Brown is 48 years old and 181 cm tall. Short hazel brown hair, stormy gray eyes and hawk nose.

Well, I'm 17 years old, I have waist-long sandy blond hair, my mom's eye color and nose. My eyes are also more almond shaped. I have a heart-shaped face and so are my lips. I'm incredibly small for my age. I'm only 150 cm tall, so many of the customers think I'm just a little 10-year-old kid.

In the middle of my shift, Dahlia came over to me with a plate of food. She told me I needed to take a break and eat some. They have learned I'm not able to eat a lot, so they know not to fill my plate with much.

I gratefully bow and take the plate before I sit down and have my food in the lunchroom for the staff.

"Mia." Ruben suddenly called my name when he came into the lunchroom.

"Yes sir?" I said, bowing my head to him. That is what Ivan has taught me to be, and it's a habit I can't shake.

That made Ruben let out a heavy sigh before he stepped closer to me and crouched down in front of me, not super close. They have noticed I flinch when they get too close to me. I also can't look anyone in the eyes. Ivan has said that it's really disrespectful if I do that.