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Chapter One
"I will keep this one."
Those words echoed like thunder in my ears.
I didn't know what he meant by that, but I knew he was up to no good.
Suddenly, I started feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
I could barely hear a word before everything went black.
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"Grandma… Grandma…"
I called out weakly as I squinted my eyes. My head felt so heavy, and my bones ached with weakness.
All I wanted in that moment was a cup of Grandma's cinnamon tea—her special remedy.
But strangely, I couldn't hear a sound from her.
"Oh my goodness… where the fuck am I?"
It dawned on me—I wasn't home.
I tried to get up, but I couldn't.
To make things worse, I couldn't remember a thing.
The more I tried to remember, the worse my headache got, so I gave up.
I relaxed back onto the bed and looked around the room.
It screamed nothing but luxury—with a coffee-brown interior and a really comfy bed, nothing like mine at home, which was made of wood and barely comfortable.
The scent of the room was heavenly—like a strange but pleasant mix of hibiscus flowers and some hot spice, if that made any sense.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the sound of keys jingling behind the door.
In reflex, I quickly shut my eyes.
Then came a masculine voice.
It sounded like he was on the phone.
"Boss, she's still unconscious."
I didn't hear what the other person said in response, but moments later, I heard the door close and lock again.
I slowly opened my eyes to confirm he was gone—and he was.
I heaved a sigh of relief and tried one more time to remember how I ended up here… but again, nothing.
I didn't want to risk getting my head pounded again.
So I lay still, staring at the ceiling, trapped in a luxurious room that now felt like a golden cage.
I could not help but fall back asleep
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