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♥ PROLOGUE ♥

Good morning, readers! I want to apologize for the mistakes in the story, the problem is that I don't speak English, I'm from Brazil and I'm trying to learn English, but it's challenging.

I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope you will give the story a chance.


23:15 - Wilson House - New York. - USA

Wednesday.

Scarlett Wilson.

I'm woken up by a loud noise downstairs, my heart just bursting out of my mouth with fright. Gathering my courage, I get out of bed and go to the door, wondering if I really should leave or not. Because I don't want to be scolded by my parents for my curiosity. - I hear the noise again, only it's much louder.

Fuck it!

I leave the room in slow steps, my heart is racing so fast that I'm afraid I'm going to have a heart attack here. When I got to the top of the stairs, I hid myself and just put my head down to see what was going on. I'm quite surprised to see my parents on their knees and men in black suits pointing guns at them.

  • Where's our boss's money!!!? - The man with the gun shouted something I didn't understand.

What did he say?

  • P-Please.... I-I will pay. - My father begged.

Pay? Pay for what?

  • Do you really think we're idiots? We know very well that you had the money, you didn't pay because you didn't want to! - I could tell by the tone of the man's voice that he didn't seem at all happy about what my father had said.

I'd never seen my father so terrified. He looked down at the floor and then turned his face towards me. I felt the air rush out of my lungs when our eyes met. - I froze in fear as I saw a mischievous smile form on his face.

  • Over there!" he pointed at me.

The men quickly looked in my direction.

  • She could be the payment. - My eyes bulged out in shock.

What had he just said? Payment? What? What do you mean?

I could feel the men's gazes on me.

  • Very good. - He said something I couldn't understand.

I felt my body freeze once again with fear as I saw the man approaching me. I couldn't move, my mind was screaming at me to run and hide, but unfortunately my body didn't obey.

  • Come on! - He grabbed my wrist without any delicacy.

I tripped over my own feet because of his rudeness.

  • Walk the fuck straight! - He shouted angrily.

This made me cringe.

I looked at my parents, if I should call them parents. My eyes watered at the sight of their satisfied smiles.

Why? Why is this happening to me? I always knew that they never loved me, but I never imagined that they would sell me out like this. And the worst thing is that I don't understand what these men are saying, what language is this?

Where am I being taken?

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