As a child, I lost my father and grew up in a single-parent household with my mother. Because I knew how hard life had been, I truly wanted her to find happiness. So when she told me she was remarrying, I felt relieved. Her new husband was a renowned doctor, and the promise of a wealthy, stable life seemed assured. I was genuinely happy and looked forward to our new beginning. But soon after we started living together, I realized something was terribly wrong. My stepfather began undressing me under the pretense of medical checkups, claiming it was due to my health. I couldn't refuse—fear of what he might do kept me obedient. And it didn't stop there...