With her father's business came along troubles.
Solution?
Forcing her to marry a stranger, while she's already in love with someone else...
That's an exact description of Becca Marshall's life.
After her dad got into debt with a gang from the underg...
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Feeling someone shaking my arm, I slowly opened my eyes.
Coldness hit me as I realized I was cold.
Slowly, my eyes scanned the place where I was. I didn't recognize it and confusion was written all over my face.
My warm and comfy bed with soft pillows was replaced by cold hard ground, and sight out of my window of green hills and unknown houses.
I guess what happened last night...was not just a nightmare?
So my dadsignedthatcontractwithBonnester?
My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed the shadow leaning over my position on the ground. I was still lying there.
I forced my eyes to meet almost scary ones.
They were way too bright. It was the lightest shade of blue, a black dot standing out and staring at me.
"Um, hi" I stuttered out gazing at an elderly lady with long gray hair reaching her waist. She held a mysterious expression, creeping me out.
She didn't say a word and she just stared at me, not even blinking once.
I was still on the ground and her shadow over me made me feel pretty uncomfortable, so I cautiously stood up.
"Excuse me, but could you tell me where am I?" I asked turning my head all the way around.
Small and need to say scary old houses were lined along the road, big trees covering everything except for scary buildings and gardens belonging to it.
I have never been here before and I have no idea how I got there.
My head snapped out of my thoughts when the throaty voice spoke up, carrying itself through the air.
"Don't worry dear, you are safe," the old lady locked her eyes with mine. I couldn't seem to pull away from her intense gaze.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I asked unsurely whether I should know her or not.
She was thinking for a moment before she finally answered me. "They call me Elvira."
I stared at her blankly. I've never heard such a name before. It sure is strange.
"Do you want some tea, Becca?" I swear her eyes just changed color from light blue to silver. "It would warm you up after a night on the cold ground."
And how the hell does she know my name?
Maybe I have it written somewhere? This is really scary. I didn't mention my name once.
I looked for any sign of my name being written on my stuff, but there was not even one letter.
As if she read my thoughts, her hoarse voice rang in my ears again. "You are asking how I know your name?" she smiled at me softly. There was something about her that made me think that she knows me.
