Yes, Ruth Danan, the girl Dylan bullied in college, said there was mostly verbal abuse between them, but sometimes it got physical too.

Ruth was an easy target for everyone because she was shy and sensitive, and because she had been homeschooled her entire life, she developed some speaking issues as well as social anxiety. Despite the lack of physical abuse, Ruth's self-esteem and mental well-being were severely impacted by Dylan's verbal abuse. The constant taunting and belittling exacerbated her pre-existing communication and social interaction issues, making it even more difficult for her to navigate college life.

She belonged to a middle-class family; her father worked in an office, and her mother was a housewife. She was a very smart child.

Dylan Fender was the son of one of the world's most feared mafia leaders and a very successful businessman. He grew up with every luxury one could imagine.

No one dared speak against him; Dylan wielded power, and everyone did as he pleased. If anyone dared speak against him, he would be beaten until his face bled enough blood to satisfy him. Dylan's fear and control over others appeared unbreakable. His commanding presence silenced any potential detractors, forcing everyone to bow to his every whim. Crossing him sent shivers down anyone's spine, especially after witnessing the brutal consequences inflicted on those who dared to challenge his authority.

And then there was Ruth; she foolishly defended a guy who was being bullied, and since then Dylan has made sure that every day she spends at this college is like walking through hell.

Dylan only trusted three of his friends: Miles, Broody, and Chase. They were inseparable; these four guys were sons of millionaires and practically ruled half of New York. Dylan's charismatic personality and ruthless nature made him the undisputed leader of their group, while Miles, Broody, and Chase followed his every command without question. Together, they formed an intimidating force that struck fear into the hearts of both their peers and those who crossed their paths.

Ruth broke all their rules, like cooking her off at lunch, spreading dirty rumors about her, pushing her while walking, and ripping her books or notes. It even got worse when other students got involved.

She even got sexually harassed, so she finally decided to speak up and report the incidents to the college administration. Despite her fear of potential backlash, Ruth knew that it was important to take a stand against the mistreatment she was enduring.

But to her surprise, the teachers and the principal ignored her and told her that if she said anything against him, she would be kicked out of college, and even worse, she wouldn't get accepted into any other colleges across the state.

Feeling defeated, she continued ignoring all the troubles that Dylan caused her. Dylan got frustrated with how much Ruth could bear, so he decided to do something that would for sure break her into pieces.

One day, when Ruth was heading down to the hall for her next class, someone grabbed her arm, pulled her into an empty classroom, and pinned her to the wall. She tried pushing the guy away, but he stayed on her body and pinned her hands above her head. Ruth felt angry at herself for not being able to push him away because she was too weak.

Her muffled cries made the guy laugh; she was too scared to open her eyes. Open your eyes, nerd, the guy said, unbuttoning her shirt. There was more than one guy in the room, and Ruth heard laughter.

The intensity of the moment overwhelmed her as he forcefully grabbed her jaw and forced her into a kiss. However, her lack of response only seemed to escalate his aggression. Ignoring her discomfort, he bit down on her lips, causing them to tear and blood to flow from her mouth. The excruciating pain she felt made her scream out in agony. Another guy grabbed her and slid down her shirt,'' saying, You will remember this baby. He kissed her neck and sucked on it while he grabbed her waist. She cried, Leave me!

They both got off her, and I saw the flashlight of a phone recording her. She was standing only in her undergarments. Panicked and realizing the situation, she ran for the door, but the guy pinned her to the wall, barely making her head hit the wall. He grabbed her head and pushed it into the wall again.

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She could feel the sharp pain shooting through her skull as tears streamed down her face. Desperate to escape, she mustered all her strength and fought back, kicking and screaming for help.

Her screams were heard by someone who had the key to the room, which was locked. He unlocked the door and said, Out, at which point that guy on top of Ruth backed away, as did everyone else.

Ruth stayed pinned to the wall and just slid down her body as she hugged her knees while sitting on the floor, blood dripping down her neck.

Ruth looked up, and it was Miles Aesdos. Tears pouring down her eyes and shaking terribly, she managed to stand up and slap his face. What the fuck do you guys want from me, huh?'' she screamed at him. Are you too afraid that a girl has stood up to you, so you try to take away her innocence? You should be ashamed of yourself, you bastard. Fuck you!" she said while crying hysterically.

Cover yourself up and go to the nurse's ward, he said, looking away from her before walking out. We have nothing against you; we just need to tell you who is the boss here, and your video has been posted online; already half the college has seen it, so yeah, cover up and be happy that I stopped them before they fully explored you in and out.

He picked up her clothes and threw them at her.

She picked them up, got dressed, and dashed out of the building .

That was the last time she spent there, and her life turned upside down.

Several months later, Dylan's father passed away as well, and he had to take care of everything. He had a younger brother who moved to England.

His mother married another man and moved in with him, so he was all alone. Karam is a real bitch.

From here, Dylan and Ruth lived in the same world but were not connected in any way.

Ruth varied as an Assassin, while Dylan dealt with drugs.

Dylan had an empire, which Marc envied.

Marc Collinger was the guy whom Ruth's parents had taken a loan from, which Ruth's father lost in multiple games of poker. Unable to pay back the loan, they were trapped, and their bodies were burned in front of Ruth's eyes. So was their house.

Once, her family danced on the edge of prosperity, until a reckless gamble shattered their dreams. Marc Collinger, a shadowy figure with fingers dipped in darkness, held the strings of their fate. Ruth's parents, ensnared in a deadly game of chance, lost not only their fortune but their very lives in a blaze that seared Ruth's soul.

Left orphaned and alone, Ruth wandered the streets like a ghost, her spirit broken, her future bleak. It was then that Marc Collinger, a man with eyes that pierced through shadows, saw her – a fragile wisp of a girl amidst the chaos. With a twisted smile, he offered her a deal she couldn't refuse.

Bound by invisible chains forged of desperation and fear, Ruth found herself thrust into the heart of Collinger's empire, a world of smoke and mirrors where debts were paid in blood and broken dreams.

Each night, Ruth tended to the patrons of Collinger's infamous clubs, their laughter ringing hollow in her ears as she counted the seconds ticking away, each heartbeat a reminder of the debt that loomed over her like a specter.

Thirty dollars for every soul she tended to, Collinger promised, a small mercy in the face of a debt that seemed insurmountable. But behind the façade of generosity lurked the truth – a truth that Ruth dared not confront, a truth that whispered of a debt far greater than any sum of money.

Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope remained, a flame that refused to be extinguished. For Ruth knew deep within her heart that even in the darkest of nights, there existed a glimmer of dawn, a chance for redemption, a possibility of freedom.

And so, with each passing day, Ruth clung to that flickering flame, nurturing it with every breath, every heartbeat, every whispered prayer. For though the road ahead may be treacherous and fraught with peril, she knew that as long as there was breath in her lungs and fire in her soul, she would never surrender to the shadows.

For Ruth was not merely a pawn in Collinger's twisted game – she was a survivor, a fighter, a beacon of hope in a world consumed by darkness. And though the path to freedom may be long and arduous, she would walk it with her head held high, for she knew that true strength lay not in the absence of fear, but in the courage to face it, to defy it, to conquer it.

And so, as the city slept and the stars whispered secrets to the night, Ruth stood on the precipice of destiny, her gaze fixed upon the horizon, her heart ablaze with the promise of a new dawn. For even in the darkest of nights, there existed a glimmer of hope, a spark of defiance, a chance for redemption.

And Ruth would seize it with both hands, for she knew that though the road ahead may be fraught with danger and uncertainty, it was hers to walk, hers to conquer, hers to claim. For she was Ruth – survivor, fighter, beacon of hope – and she would never stop until she had reclaimed her freedom, her dignity, her life.