"Lewis, please don't do this to me, I beg of you!" Oliver's father shouted as the guard started dragging his family away.
"Daddy!" Mia let out a scream as her hair was forcefully yanked, pulling her away.
"Don't hurt my sister!" Oliver shouted and punched one of the guards, feeling victorious for a moment, but the other guards quickly surrounded him and started beating him up badly.
As Oliver's mother desperately pleaded for her son's release, the guards callously threw her across the room.
After they were satisfied, they tied everyone up to avoid any more mishaps, tossed them in their van, and drove off.
They drove for hours, and the Miller family wondered when they were going to stop. The van came to a halt, and they were dragged outside and forced to their knees with their hands tied behind their backs.
Oliver's father threw glances at the place and realized it was Lewis's house. He was really confused and wondered what kind of sick game he was about to play this time.
Lewis came out of his house with his wife and daughter and towered over them.
"This is my wife and my daughter, Rachel. These are the Millers. They will be working for our family, so use them as you see fit," Lewis said, laughing.
Just like that, the Millers turned into Lewis's servants, and he never missed an opportunity to taunt or mock them. Their life was like a living nightmare. Oliver's father worked as a gardener, his mom was made to work in the kitchen, his sister was made to do the cleaning, and Oliver himself was Lewis's daughter's personal driver.
None of the family was granted passage to leave the house, so they wouldn't run away—except for Oliver, who was the driver—and they warned him that if he ever tried it, his family would pay the price.
Months turned into years, and there was no room for escape. It was obvious they were going to spend the rest of their lives in bondage. Even though they lived in the house, they barely got to see each other, but they had to deal with it.
Oliver, dressed in his suit, stood outside Rachel's room. She had informed him that she and her friends were going to a party, and he was going to drive them there.
He could hear her faint giggling from the room. He knocked on the door and was told to come in. He was heartbroken when he saw his little sister kneeling on the floor with her head in a bow. Rachel and her friends giggled as they whispered into each other's ears.
"Oh Oliver, you're here. Come and watch this show," Rachel smirked at him.
Rachel was a replica of her father—or she was even worse. She was a little psychopath who spared no effort to taunt and bully him whenever she got the chance, and now she had taken an interest in Mia after she was recently assigned to clean Rachel's room.
She would always complain and abuse Mia, and in some cases, she would even get violent. Oliver could only watch because, after the last time he intervened, his parents almost lost their lives.
He was helpless, so all he could do was watch and pray that this nightmare would be over.
"Drink it!" Rachel yelled at Mia, who was on her knees shaking with fear as she clenched the glass of wine in her hand, while Rachel's two friends giggled beside her.
Mia didn't want to drink it because Rachel had added drugs to the wine.
"I thought you said she obeyed your every word," Rachel's friend leaned in and whispered to her when Mia hesitated.
Rachel gritted her teeth and slapped Mia hard on the face. The impact caused Mia to lose her balance and tumble to the floor.
Rachel forced Mia's hand over the broken glass, using her heels to press Mia's hand down.
Mia wailed in pain as the shards of broken glass pierced into her palm. Blood gushed out, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Next time, never hesitate to obey me," Rachel said as a sly smirk played on her face. Even her friends were shocked by her strange behavior—they only wanted to tease the maid. They didn't know she was going to take things this far.
Oliver was shocked and couldn't believe his eyes. Tears welled up as he watched his sister being humiliated, feeling helpless to intervene.
"Let's go!" Rachel ordered, but Oliver seemed unmoved, his eyes red with rage as he clenched his fists.
"What? Don't tell me you're pissed off. Be a little dog and go get the car started. The show is over, and if you don't, I'll report you to my parents," Rachel scoffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance.
"No, I won't," Oliver's face twisted into a frown as he spoke, then he walked over to his sister to help her.
"Fine, I'll go tell my father," Rachel rolled her eyes as she marched away while her friend decided to go home.
"Daddy!" Rachel pouted, pretending to be in tears the moment she got into her father's study.
"My baby, what is it this time?" Rachel's mother sympathized with her daughter.
"Rachel, now is not the time for your drama," Lewis angrily waved her off as he paced around his table.
"Daddy, the Millers still don't respect me," Rachel whined like a baby.
The moment Lewis heard "the Millers," his eyes lit up in excitement and his mood instantly improved.
"That's right, I have the Millers. Baby, you're such a genius," Lewis said to his daughter and gave her a peck.
"Honey, Rachel, we have to leave right away," Lewis ordered.
Rachel asked her father what was going on, but he refused to answer. He kept a straight face. Her father didn't answer her, so she decided to keep her mouth shut.
Lewis sent for Oliver and instructed him to drive the car to one of his villas that was just outside of town. Before they left, Oliver glanced at the side mirror and saw Lewis quietly talking to one of his guards, and the guard nodded in agreement.
Oliver felt something strange was going on. Lewis and his family were going on this sudden vacation, and they didn't even take any of their belongings for the trip.
What was even more strange was when that particular guard went over to his father, who was weeding the garden. He couldn't exactly hear what they were saying, but he saw his father's face give a confused expression, and then he went inside the house.
"Drive!" *Snap!* Lewis snapped, breaking him from his thoughts.
He was still wondering what was going on when he caught a glimpse of a car on the road. Oliver noticed the men inside looked shady, as they wore masks and had guns. Sensing his gaze, they swiftly rolled up the car window before speeding away down the road.
Oliver was having a bad feeling about the whole thing because the only house around this property was the Jacksons' mansion, which meant that was where those men were going.
Lewis, from the back seat, noticed Oliver's mood—it was as if he could tell what was going through his mind.
"Keep driving and don't stop," Lewis ordered.
Oliver's heart raced as he felt the cold pistol against his head. It made him even more worried, and he knew he had to go back to find out what was happening.
He quickly unclasped his seatbelt and dived out of the car. It all happened so fast that Lewis didn't even have time to react, as that was the last thing he expected from Oliver.
Oliver ran as fast as he could, reaching the gate just in time to witness the men zooming out of the mansion in their car, disappearing in a flash. Oliver's eyes widened in shock as he saw the mansion on fire.
He dashed into the fire, not caring about himself. All he wanted at that moment was to save his family.