They say love can conquer all. They say that love heals all wounds from the past and makes you feel beautiful. They say that the love of a parent is something great because a child was made from love that two people shared. I say that love doesn't exist. I never knew the love of a father, nor a boyfriend. My wounds were deep, and I was sure that no one wanted a scarred female that learnt the evils of the world at a young age. But then, I met him at the age of ten. And, in secret I fell in love with boy that would become a billionaire, hiding my past behind a fake smile and swearing to never tell what had happened to me.