Mila's POV

Excitement and sadness welled up within me as I waved at my parents while the taxi carried me further away from the house I had called home for nineteen years.

I am Mila Price, a nineteen-year-old, the first and only daughter of Aurora and Austin Price. My little brother, Dan, who is fourteen, is the one I'll miss the most. Standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall, I have long blonde hair that cascades down to my knees.

My black eyes and well-shaped eyebrows complement my face beautifully. I appear older than my age, likely due to my thick hourglass figure, which could easily deceive anyone into thinking I'm in my early twenties.

My parents gradually faded from view as the taxi driver drove on, leaving me with a sense of sadness knowing that I would miss my family.

After some moments of contemplation about how much I'd miss my family, excitement surged back. Yes, I was headed to college, a day I had dreamed of my entire life. It was finally becoming a reality.

Filled with excitement about the thoughts of an adventurous college life and the friends I would make, I became lost in my daydreams.

"We're here; you should get out, young lady," the driver's deep voice broke through my reverie as he peered at me through the car's rearview mirror.

Narrator's POV

Exiting the Provost's office was a tall, handsome man dressed in a well-ironed black suit, accompanied by three imposing-looking men who clearly served as his guards. He stood tall and had his black, curly hair tied into a bun at the back of his head. The man appeared to be in his early thirties.

Diego Joseph, the college provost, greeted him warmly, extending a handshake.

"Thank you, Mr. Carter, for your generous funding of the college's new project. We are honored to have you here today."

Carter replied, "Oh, it's no trouble at all. I'm doing this for my little sister; she deserves to study in an institution with excellent facilities."

Carter Dave, a powerful thirty-five-year-old Mafia underboss and billionaire, had come to visit his younger sister at St. Louis College of Music. He was a devoted brother to Kris Carter, always supporting her in her endeavors.

Mila's POV

After settling into my empty hostel room, it became evident that my roommate hadn't arrived yet. So, I decided to explore the college campus and take in the sights.

Strolling leisurely, savoring the breeze and the new school environment, I walked past a group of rough-looking boys dressed like gangsters who eyed me with suspicion.

As I hurriedly passed by them, I suddenly felt a strong grip on my right hand.

"Let go of my hand, you despicable jerk!" I shouted at the guy who held me, struggling to free my wrist from his painful grip.

He dragged me roughly into the midst of the other boys, a group of five, and tossed me onto the ground.

Among them, a somewhat more attractive guy who appeared to be their leader approached me, knelt down, and ran his fingers through my long blonde hair.

"You're new here, aren't you?" he asked, wearing a smirk on his face. I nodded in response to his question.

He forcefully took my blue, medium-sized cross bag from me and handed it to one of the other guys.

"Check her bag for anything important," he ordered, stroking my hair.

Narrator's POV

Guarded by his imposing bodyguards, Dave Carter made his way toward his younger sister Kris's hostel.

"Oh my gosh, it's Dave Carter!"

A girl screamed in astonishment at the sight of him, attracting the attention of others. They joined in shouting and rushed toward him, attempting to touch him and snap pictures.

Avoiding the enthusiastic crowd of schoolgirls, Dave found an alternative route to Kris's hostel, shielded by his guards. He managed to escape the chaos, eventually disappearing into a secluded corner.

Mila's POV

Slowly, he ran his middle finger down my neck and slipped it into my shirt, causing me to bite his hand aggressively.

"Ahhh!" the guy yelped as he angrily struck my face hard.

"How dare you bite my hand! I'll make sure you suffer for what you just did," he threatened, signaling two of the boys to hold my hands.

Gradually unbuttoning my shirt, I struggled fiercely against him, resisting and attempting to free my hands.

As he removed my shirt and moved closer to me, I continued to struggle and begged him, tears streaming down my face.

Narrator's POV

"I'll kill you if you touch her again!"

Dave thundered as he approached the group of boys, grabbing the one harassing the helpless girl on the ground. He hurled the boy against the wall and began delivering punches.

The other boys fled, leaving Dave to relentlessly pummel the one he held. He ceased and pulled the boy onto his knees in front of the girl.

"Apologize to her now and promise you won't try this again," Dave instructed firmly.

"I'm so... so... sorry. I promise not to do it again," the boy stammered in fear before hastily getting up and running away, leaving Dave and the girl.

Mila's POV

Still in shock from what had just transpired, the man approached me. He removed his large black suit and wrapped it over me.

Looking deeply into my eyes, he smiled gently. "You're safe now. I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said softly.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the school clinic. I rested against his chest, which had a sweet and masculine scent that made me want to be in his arms forever.

Laying me down on the clinic bed, he gave some instructions to the nurse and then departed with his guards.

As he walked away, he glanced back in my direction and gave me a warm smile.

"Wow, I might just get obsessed. He's so kind and sweet" I whispered to myself, watching him exit the room.