CHAPTER ONE (ENGLISH)
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Freya’s POV
What’s something good to cook for dinner tonight?
My feet hurt so much.
It’s okay, I’m almost home.
I was walking happily when I saw several black cars parked in front of our house.
What’s going on? Who do these vans belong to?
Even though I was confused, I kept walking toward the gate of our house.
As I entered, I saw five large men standing in front of our door.
They were all dressed in black, wearing dark shades.
I was still puzzled, but I kept walking into the house. Inside, I found my mom and dad sitting on the sofa, so I greeted them with a sweet smile.
"Sweetheart, come sit here," my mom called, reaching out for my hand.
I glanced at the man sitting across from them. He was sitting with his legs crossed and staring at me intently.
"Mom, who’s he?" I whispered.
My mom tightened her grip on my hand and took a deep breath.
I noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Boss, this is my daughter," my dad said, pointing at me.
I stood up immediately and introduced myself.
"Hello, Sir. I’m Zephyrine Freya Flores, 17 years old," I said before sitting down.
What’s with that look? Why is he staring at me like that?
"Is that her?" he asked with a smirk.
"Y-yes, she’s my only daughter," my dad replied.
Only daughter?
"Then pack her things. She’s coming with me right now," he said as he stood up.
"What?!" I exclaimed in shock, standing up.
"Aren’t you aware? Your parents owe me," he said, his words cold.
At that moment, it felt like the world stopped.
I couldn’t understand what was happening.
Why? What’s going on?
Tears began to form in my eyes.
"Sweetheart, listen to me, your father and I love you, okay? But right now… we have to do this. We can’t ask your older sister; she’s about to graduate, and we don’t know any other way to pay off the debts," my mom said, crying as she held my arms.
"Mom... was I sold to pay your debts?"
"Freya! Please listen! We’ll get you back, okay? We’ll bring you back!" my dad said, looking at me with such intensity.
"Is that how you see me? Do you think I’m just something that can be taken back when you’re done with me?!"
I couldn’t hold back my emotions anymore.
It hurt so much.
"I’ve been working so hard, I’m a working student just to help pay off your debts. At my age, it feels like I’m already playing the role of the older sister, the father, and the mother of this family... And now, this is what I get?"
"Freya! You’ll have a good life there, you’ll have a decent place to stay—"
"A decent place?! Dad, a decent place? I don’t even know this man! And you’re just giving me to him? What kind of parents are you?!"
Before I could finish my sentence, my mom slapped me.
"Freya! You don’t have the right to talk to your parents like that!"
"Parents? Do real parents sell their own child to pay off debts? Don’t you care about what happens to me?"
I almost collapsed, feeling so weak as they fell silent.
It was true. They didn’t care at all about what would happen to me.
I couldn’t take it anymore and left the house.
As I was about to exit through the gate, one of the men in black suddenly picked me up.
I tried to struggle, but he was too strong.
He placed me inside the van, where I saw the man from earlier sitting inside, grinning at me. I instinctively moved away from him.
"From now on, you’re mine, Freya," he said, his voice cold.
I woke up in a room, lying on a bed.
ECG? Oxygen tank? IV line?
Am I in the hospital?
Wait… how did I get here?
Just as I was about to sit up, a sharp pain in my head made me feel weak.
At that moment, a nurse entered the room.
"Mrs. Scarfo, are you alright? I’ll call the doctor right away," she said frantically, but I stopped her before she could leave.
"Wait, nurse, why am I here? What happened?" I asked.
"Mrs. Scarfo, you’ve been in a coma for three months due to an accident."
"What? Coma? And Mrs.? I’m only 17, I’m not married!" I clarified.
The nurse looked shocked by my response and quickly ran out of the room.
What’s going on?
It felt like just yesterday I was taken by that man.
How did I end up here?
After a few minutes, a man entered the room, looking like a doctor, with the nurse following behind him.
"Mrs. Scarfo, I have a few questions for you," he said calmly.
"I’m not married! I’m only 17. Why are you calling me Mrs. Scarfo?" I asked, scratching my head in confusion.
"Do you really not remember anything? What’s the last thing you remember?" he asked seriously.
"The last thing I remember…"
I couldn’t exactly tell him that my parents sold me to a stranger.
What should I say?
"I... I was walking home from school," I answered hesitantly.
"What’s really going on?" I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
"After being in a coma for three months due to an accident, you lost four years of memories. So, to you, you’re still 17 years old," the doctor explained.
My eyes widened in disbelief.
Does that mean…?
I’m married?!
Giovanni’s POV
"So, how’s Freya doing?" I asked.
"Boss, Mrs. Freya managed to escape. After speaking with the doctor, she left and vanished," one of my men reported.
Shit.
I quickly grabbed my phone and tried to call Freya, but her phone was off.
"Where are you, Freya?" I muttered.
Freya’s POV
I felt weak after running away from the hospital.
What’s happening to me?
Does this mean I’m 21 now?
And how did I end up as Mrs. Scarfo? Who did I marry?
I don’t remember. I’m going crazy.
I pulled my hair in frustration as I tried to make sense of it all.
My stomach growled, and I spotted a small porridge shop nearby, so I went in to eat.
"Hello, one order of porridge, please," I said as I sat at an empty table.
Less than a minute later, my order arrived, and it even had two eggs. This porridge was amazing.
I didn’t wait and dug in immediately.
As I finished eating, I realized I had no money with me.
Shit.
I closed my eyes, embarrassed by my mistake.
"Um, Ma’am, I… I don’t have cash with me. Can I wash the dishes instead?" I asked, trying to smile.
The woman sighed, "Alright, go wash the plates then."
I quickly moved to wash the dishes, grateful for the opportunity.
"My hands are so elegant. I look like I’m from a rich family," I thought, trying to distract myself from the confusion swirling in my mind.
I still had so many questions. How did I end up in an accident? How did I get married? What happened after my parents sold me?
But I knew I wouldn’t get answers unless I took action.
Curious, I wondered what kind of man I married.
Why did I marry so quickly?
I wasn’t the type to fall for someone easily, so it baffled me how I got married without even remembering it.
After a few minutes, I finished cleaning and left the kitchen.
"Ma’am, I’m done with everything," I said with a smile.
"Breaking News: 21-year-old Zephyrine Freya Flores Scorfo is missing after leaving the hospital. She’s 5’5” with long black hair. If you have any information, please contact the authorities."
The words on the TV made me freeze.
"Wait, is that me? The woman on the TV? Am I the wife of President Giovanni?" the woman who owned the shop asked, surprised.
"Uh… uh…"
What should I say?
Shit, I don’t even know who Giovanni is.
Help me, Lord.
- Writer
