It would be so easy to say that my story had a Cinderella-style ending but life is so much harsher, isn't it?

After that night, I knew that I couldn't go back to living with Tanya and Rachel; something had changed. To put it bluntly, I had become a rich man's plaything. But I didn't, because I couldn't accept it at the time.

The next morning; we left the house at midday.

I was sore and tender all over but there was also a feeling of having come awake after a long, long sleep. When I gazed at my reflection in the huge mirror adjoining the large bedroom where we...