Saved By A King (under reconstruction)

Prologue

Saved By The King

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(Just want to let all you beautiful readers know that this book has not been edited and I'm sorry for any turnoffs, I'm in the process of rewriting it and when I am done I will update each chapter. Till then, thank you for reading)
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Elisa
I sat in our room alone. No music. No television on. No sound. Silence. Just complete silence. I looked down at the scrapes on my knees, thinking of what my mother would say to my now exhausted look. She would most likely say, 'Young lady, you are to look full and alert at all times', yep, that's exactly what she would say to me. My mothers nagging voice made me smile, She may have been a bitch to me since I could learn to speak, but I loved my mother and hoped to see her on my next trip back to the states.

Ande owned so many oil rigs around the world I couldn't keep track. Some in France, Dubai, even twice as much in America. Maybe he would take me back to America sooner than I believed.

My childhood wasn't like most young girls, I grew up in a mansion, overlooking Los Angles. My mother and father sent me to France for proper training at an 'All girls catholic school'. Once I turned seventeen and graduate from high school, my father arranged a marriage between me and Europe's richest family's eldest son. Adne Brunner. He was twenty at the time of our encounter. He had Bright blue eyes, and dark hair. We use to dance together as children and enjoy fun games of lacrosse. Rich people things.

Once my family left me with Adne everything went smoothly for the next two years. Till business became too much. Adne would drink himself to sleep most nights as I went to the music room and played the violin. Whenever I would come back to bed, Adne would be sound asleep with a bottle next to him as a reminder to me why he drank.

One night when I finally grew the courage to ask him what caused him to act like this, he went crazy. Yelling at his men to bring him more alcohol and me to wait for him in 'Our' room.

Adne and i's faces were plastered all over magazines. Some headlines reading, 'Brunner couple to be married soon' or 'Adne Brunner, oil sales going great?'. He would become angered every time he saw them. "Explain this to me!" He would yell at me as if I was the one writing the articles.

Another year passed when I found business start to turn around. The oil rigs were booming with business, and I felt safe. Everything went well, my future mother in-law would come and have breakfast with me every morning, we became a family. Muller and Brunner families working together.

I remember the day when I no longer felt safe. Adne would bring in these 'Business' men. These business men would leave Adne gifts. Not your average 'Here I hope you like it!', they left him drugs. Cocaine and weed.

I remember one night walking in the our bedroom to see him sitting by the window looking out into the back of the estate snorting cocaine like candy. That night was the night he first ever laid a hand on me.

I ran over to him trying to rip the packet of powder out of his hands, I screamed and yelled at him to stop. He would end up killing himself from it.

That's when he hit me. My cheek is starting to burn at the thought of it. Adne started to make and distribute drugs across the world, never being caught. When you have money like our families, you never could be caught.

I started to slide down in the bed, slowly pulling the covers over my scratched body from last nights encounter with the distinguished business man.

I closed my eyes trying to imagine a calm peaceful field. Flowers all over. Sunflowers my favorite... I smiled at my comforting spots till I heard the door open. I quickly looked at the clock

2:00 A.m. Was the time.

I looked up to see his talk figure stand in the door way looking directly at me. I could smell his breath from across the room.

I looked closer to him and saw a packet in his hand. I quickly fell back on to the bed and pulled the covers over me as my movements begged for him not to come closer.

I heard his heavy footsteps falter as he stood on my side of the bed. His gaze burning holes in my body.

"Get up." He demanded.

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