A/N: This is just small background, the actual things will happen later. Also, this story includes a lot of bad things like abuse and if that's a sensitive issue for you please skip on this ! :) all reviews and feedback are welcome, hope you enjoy this

Prologue

Despite coming from wealth, Kaioh Michiru had had little fortune in her life. Being raised by parents who had no love for her: a father who sexually abused her from a young age; a mother who didn't bat an eyelid at this; and a brother who she was viewed as a distraction to and forbidden to interact with. If this wasn't enough difficulty, she was removed from her boarding school education at the age of 15 and married off to one of her parent's high society friends who was seventeen years her senior: Ichihara Masato, for the sake of improving connections. Michiru had hoped that maybe he would be kinder, she would be separated from her father at least. This was in vain, as Masato was an aggressive man who enjoyed indulging himself in alcohol, and when he drunk he became more so. It wasn't abnormal for him to be violent towards her, and force a physical relationship upon the girl. He was also excessively protective and jealous, preventing his wife from leaving the house alone or having guests out of the fear that she would have the desire to cheat on him. As a result, Michiru rarely left the house and had no friends, her life holding no pleasure or happiness. The only fortune she had was monetary.

'I have a work event tomorrow, I'll be staying in a hotel for the next couple of days.' Masato stated one night over dinner.

'Enjoy yourself,' Michiru responded, with the air of somebody who couldn't care less if he enjoyed himself or not.

'Seeing as I don't want you whoring yourself out while I'm gone,' She inhaled sharply after he said this, 'you'll have to come with me.'

'Okay.'

'What, you're disappointed that you can't have guys over when I'm not here?' He took a large swig of his glass and slammed it on the table, making an unpleasant clack on the surface. 'I do so much for you, Michiru, you could as least be a little fucking grateful.'

'I'm sorry,' She mumbled, 'I'm very thankful for this opportunity, I'm just feeling slightly under the weather. May I be excused?' Masato waved his hand, scoffing quietly, and Michiru stood and left, making her way to the bedroom. She changed into her nightwear swiftly and got under the covers, attempting to sleep as soon as she could.

When it was deep into night, seeping into early morning, the door of the room opened once more. Michiru awoke immediately, knowing what was to come. Soon enough, she felt the rough hand on her skin, the alcohol on his breath. No matter how many times this had happened over the past three years, she hated it every time. Michiru held her breath and braced herself.

Tenoh Haruka wiped the sweat off her brow as she finally took a breath, finished unloading the supplies from her best friend and employers company into the hotel kitchen. She was tired, but looking forward to the next few days in a different place, even if it was working and catering for egotistical high-class businessmen and their arm candy. She was lucky to have a stable job, and occasional work from Makoto had advantages. Haruka yawned, knowing she'd have to spend the next day greeting and serving the guests. She waved goodnight to her co-workers and slipped back into the room, sleeping as soon as her head fell on the pillow.