Prologue

"Bring in the cake," my sister, Esther squealed.

Everyone was excited and the house was full. Thanks to Sellah, even though she never wanted crowds. Her friends were happy that somehow she invited them. They were surprised.

"Hey, would you like a drink?" A voice from behind me asked. I did not answer.

"Your father has a nice house," he continued. I decided to walk away.

"What! Why are you holding my hand?" I asked and turned around sharply to face the person.

It is very uncomfortable with him around.

"Someone told me that you needed my help," he said.

"You could really help me with something. That is, leave me alone," I said sternly and walked away.

I thought he would stop, but no, still relentless. The next thing I can remember I did, I slapped him, a nice hot one, until my palm hurt. Some people looked at us and wondered what had happened.

Well, I can only slap men who do something terrible to me. Like touch me without my consent. And whenever I slapped them it felt nice. Only that this time it was awkward and I felt guilty. I could see his face clearly and I thought I knew him. He looked so strangely familiar. As if I have ever signed a deal with him. If I ever did that, then slapping him was not cool.

"Nice to meet you," he said instead, " Isaiah McCreed."

"Oh! I am so sorry," I apologised, I definitely was guilty.

My heart pounded in my chest, I was dead meat. I cant deny, he was handsome and nothing closer to his brother Tan, but I could sense he was very cruel like his older brother. I never knew he had one.

I am doomed.

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Whoever has this story without my name on it is a thief.

This story is not full of violence and not filled with insane words.

Give me a few corrections here and there if you find one or two.

But don't correct me with too much agitation,am a human being and therefore not so perfect.

This story too has the Greece setting. "I love Greece and England."

I might not use the right names for the different places in the country. Sorry for that. Through this, you'll know what it is and how it feels to have a good friend by your side at a difficult time. "Okra"

I love you all my readers