Once upon a time a girl named Elina lived with her father and cruel sister. Her father never loved her because of the day when she had her 10th birthday her mother died in a car accident.
One day Elina surved her father a cup of coffee.
But suddenly it fell down.The sound of glass breaking echoed through the house.
Elina: I am so sorry. I will clean this right now.
She was afraid.
Her father: Useless girl. I'll kill you.
Her heart pounded violently.
Elina:I am really sorry. Plz forgive me.
Her father, a tall man with cold eyes, stepped closer.
Father: Sorry? That's all you ever say!Does sorry fixed my shirt! I have to go on a meeting and you ruined my shirt. You bitch!
Before she could react—
SLAP!
Her face turned to the side as the force hit her. And then beat her with a stick.
She was laying on the floor blood on her mouth. He kicked her on her belly.
Tears instantly filled her eyes, but she didn't cry out loud.
From the stairs, her stepsister, Clara, watched it with a smirk.
Clara: Father, why do you even keep her?She is the bad luck. She is the cause my mother died. All because of her. Why don't you die!
Those words stabbed deeper than the slap.
Elina's fingers tightened.
Elina:I didn't…I really didn't. She didn't died because of me.( She whispered)
Father: What?Speak properly! Speak out loud. What did you say? How dare you to talk back!
Elina: I didn't kill her… (Her voice cracked.)
Silence.
Then—
Father: You---- (with anger)
Her father grabbed her arm harshly. And trow her on a room and said,
Father:You think I don't know? The day you were born, she died. You are a curse. Now die in here.
Tears rolled down her cheeks now.
Not loud. Never loud.
Just silent pain.
Elina:I wish you were never born.( She whispered while crying.
Those words echoed in her mind.
Again.
And again.
And again.
—
Later that night, Elina sat by her small window.
The moonlight touched her face softly, unlike the world around her.
She hugged her knees.
Elina:Why am I alive… I should not live. I suppose to die. No one wants me. (she whispered)
Her eyes looked empty.
No hope.
No dreams.
Just survival.
—
Across the street, a black car stopped.
Inside it sat a man dressed in black.
Sharp jawline. Cold eyes. Dangerous presence.
Adrian Volkov.
A name feared in the city. Everyone afraid of him. His death glance make everyone feel like death.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
But his gaze… was fixed on one thing.
The girl in the window.
Broken.
Silent.
Beautiful in a way that hurt.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. Her beautiful face seems pale and week. The way he looked her tells that he felt something.
Adrian: Seems...Interesting.
For the first time in years—
Something caught his attention. He never get interest into girls.
And that something…
Was a girl the world had already given up on.