Chapter1|we met

There's always be a reason why you met people either you need to change your life or you're that'll

change theirs.

"are you okay?" a man asking in front of me if I was okay.

"y-yes mister thankyou." I stand up.

"why were you crying?" "did someone bullied you at the party?" how did he know?, his eyes are

beautiful, a handsome face.

"so again lady, why were you crying?" why.

"no am okay I just got some dust in my eyes from the party." A lie.

"is the house from the party, dirty mylady?"no.

"yah maybe,maybe that's it." Not dirty but suffocating.

"am sorry if my house is not your liking and it's very dusty."

"yo-your house? It's yours?" he nodded "oh I-"

"I know I saw you talking to your mother before going here and crying." He saw me.

Watching him knowing that I talk to my mother before going here, he must know what was going on

but how can he talk to me. Nobody comforted me when I was in this state,they just look at me when

sympathy like am a poor girl stuck in a toxic household and family "what a pity" a word that only

they let out in their mouth. Am not that pity to be sympathize. I hate them.

"I gotta go, thankyou." "why? I did nothing." He ask "your words do." I smile and walk away, I can

sense him smiling. Maybe that was just my imagination, do he thinks am a poor girl that should be

sympathize by people, maybe he really do think that.no one really care about me, except me I care

for my self and my well being that's why I have to work hard to get out of this kind of life. I want freedom. I want my self to have the freedom she wants a freedom she did not have when she was

young until now.

"where were you?!!" a harsh voice coming from my back approaching me, it's my mother.

The cruelest person who made me like this never in my life she ever treat like a child of hers the only

thing she want from me is my title the title of being a child of a duke, but treated like a made,funny

to say but am more than a made to them they brutally abuse me mentally. Atleast I have a reason to

get away and find myself, give myself a freedom she crave a long time the freedom she should have

live with in the first place but how am still learning how the world is so cruel to me maybe the world

wasn't cruel maybe the people who is cruel the people who only cares on their self their selfneed.

To impress the people around them and don't care about the people they hurt the people they

crumble inside, as long that its satisfying them. But can they changed? I ask myself all over again.

How do people change?

"I was at the garden, mother why?" I asked her " at the garden you slut, you have a man or a lover

right?!!tell me before I'll tell your father about this!" what are you talking about are still in your

mind. People started looking at us, whispering "Mother I just want some fresh air that's why I was

outside!" I shouted I didn't care who heard it who saw it "please stop this! Stop this drama of yours!

Am tired!!! I beg youu mother am tired of your shits!! What did I do to deserve this shits of yours!!."

Silence filled the party not just silence, tears too started falling down my eyes through my cheeks. "

I'm tired okay, please stop!" I beg to her. I saw people, their faces was shocked by the words came

out from my mouth.

"stop am tired" saying that and running away from the suffocating party.

When I get to my room, I know they will force me to open the door that's one thing I hate about

them getting into someone's life without permission.

When I woke up I was surprised cause they did not come and started telling at me or maybe am just

asleep, because if that were not angry or mad to what I did at the party it's a gift from heaven, I

must thank God for this.

"Goodmorning madam" the maid greeted me and it was strange, strange that they would greet me

also the way they look at me it's sympathy again. When I got at the table for breakfast, they were

already their but it did not bother me anyway. I did not look at them or greet them, am tired of it.

They will not greet me back anyway.

"Goodmorning Ilaria" what is this, my heart is pounding so was, I froze and look at him. I just look at

him and back to what I was doing,eating breakfast. "Ilaria how did the two of you met?" met who. "

I don't know someone." Why would you ask me something like that when you know I don't have a

friend here even a girl I can be close with, cause I know you manipulate them and bribe them to be

your spy in me.

"The prince." Prince who and how could I.

"I don't know him."I answer back.

" I saw you two talking at the garden." "you must know that he's. a prince right?" what are you

talking about, I don't him we just talked. I wish a could say this words I think so you guys would

understand how I feel.

"no I don't know, he was just asking if I was okay."

"don't be dramatic in front of him." What dramatic I was not dramatic.

" I was not father." I asnwer him with a serious face putting down the knife I was holding and the

food.

I could not handle this anymore. " am done."

"am not being dramatic in front of others, it was just he caught me crying so stop accusing me of

something you don't know." I look at him before leaving

"you guys made me like this.."

This my first time creating story, so if my story need some improvement. please comment.☺️