Dark Princess

Poor Girl

Denise's Point of View

"That's why aunt called you here. Because auntie thinks it's time you knew everything. Because it looks like aunt can trust you..." I looked into his eyes convincingly. But not in the least I doubt that the highlight in his eyes is true love.

I've known Earnest for a long time. When she mas~~~~ih is very young, often visit home with other Gaia friends. In the first moment, all of Gaia's friendship circles had a very bad image in my eyes. I believe that similar birds will have the same flying style. Earnest is different. He was a man who was educated hard and with good values by his parents. After knowing her nature, I instead thought that her friendship with Gaia would not be long. But with time, their friendship grew stronger. Inevitably, I so wished, that they were dating and dating. At least, Gaia was accompanied by men of good character throughout her life, to straighten out her many deviant path.

But that hope did not happen. And I don't see that there will be a feeling of love between the two of them. I'm disappointed. Always curious, which woman would be so lucky to get Earnest's heart? Can you imagine when I found out that it was Jade? I was not crying out of gratitude. My daughter who I can only keep her name in my heart, but her body wanders everywhere, finally finding the perfect man to look after her. I just didn't expect, her love was so great that she could do anything for Jade. Including the events I wanted to bury to death.

Earnest is not just handsome. She's kind. And have principles and values of life that are not arbitrary. One thing that made me even more excited was that he had a heart and a feeling as big as the ocean. He understands Jade and survives there, not leaving her. Because I suspect, once he hears the true story, he might run away. He might not even be willing to see Jade again for the rest of his life.

But he seems to have guessed what happened. Jade wasn't making up stories. He was spilling all the stories buried in his lost memories. I looked into those eyes carefully. He was still angry, alert, yet trying to hold back his emotions. I don't blame him. People on the streets, out there would be angry with me if I knew that I abandoned my son. Thank you Earnest. Thank you for loving Jade in such a way. I'm not unceasingly grateful in my heart.

"Tante believes that Jade will be fine being with you. After aunt told me, you decided whether to continue this quest or not. But aunt should suggest, let Jade stay in ignorance, forever... There's nothing good there. Let alone Jade, the aunt herself was mentally shaken. Do you know what aunt did in the first year of arriving in this city? Visiting a mental clinic regularly. Consultation with a mental health professional periodically accompanied by treatment. Otherwise, you wouldn't have seen a woman this sane right now Earnest... Even until now, aunt still routinely do it, although the frequency is not intense. Aunty distancing herself from him completely is for Jade's good. Because that's the best thing a aunt can do. For her safety..." I sip the tea that has begun to lukewarm. Take a step to tell a long story. It starts with a poor, innocent girl who thinks she can save her family from poverty. In the end, it is not wealth that comes, but successive catastrophes. That even common sense anyone must have is hard to accept.

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That pretty girl, I have to say, bad luck. Perhaps because it was so beautiful and too good, many men were chasing after it. He was smitten by a very handsome local man. After marriage, he just found out, that handsome alone is not enough to be able to live properly. But he survived for his daughter. Want to give honorable status that of his family, which has a complete family structure complete. Anyway, his son has papa. I can't blame his decision. As an immigrant in the land of people, he thought simply. He needs a place to stay and a protector, that's enough. While not stopping hoping that someday maybe things will improve.

Nothing is improving. I grew up in a house that had two different eve. Mama's soft-hearted and papa's very rude. Day by day we did not pass easily. Mama sustained our family life by becoming a language teacher at an immigrant school founded in collaboration with the French and Korean embassies. While papa lives just by breathing. He was drunk and gambling. Not to mention, if the mood is not good, mama will be the target of her anger and play hands.

The money you make should be mediocre for us to live without suffering, but papa made it worse with gambling. The way out is to owe. So the financial culture in our family is digging holes. And the most tired in that cycle is mom. So, the only dream in my mind since childhood was to find a way to earn a lot of money. I will pay off all of our family debts and we can live normally.

After graduating college. I was met with a very easy way to earn money. Of course, the beauty of my face became the main factor, I could easily get the offer. And foolishly thought that I was lucky. The door to poverty and suffering is finally open.

By papa's consent, of course through a bitter war between papa and mama - because mama totally disagrees-. Reasonable. Which mother in the world would do such a thing to her daughter? But my mother lost her voice. Papa agrees, and I join papa's camp.

He sold me to a mob leader for a very high price. Because my specifics include excellence. Not only beautiful and physically perfect. I have never dated and my upbringing is still well preserved. I finally understood why papa always wanted to if I was approached by a man. In this case, my mother agreed. I can't be close to men, let alone dating. I was well guarded and pinned as if papa cared a lot about my future. Right, he does care. But because of the money he could earn by selling me, not because of a father's love for his daughter.

One day, calmly, he was waiting for me in the living room of our rundown house, together with some men of stout stature and dressed differently - appropriate and expensive clothes that do not describe the environment at all - with a stack of papers on the table. There was no mom there. After signing some papers with the agreement, I looked for my mother and found her lying on the couch while smothering her face to the pillow muffling the sound of her crying that still sounded so tight. But none of the living things that were in the house cared. Me included. Why should I be sad? I am achieving my dream. And I was given a chance. Whynot?