Secret Wife MAFIA
4. The Past Max

While Silka was lying on the bed, tears kept flowing from her reddened eyes. A sense of disappointment and despair struck him with unstoppable force. His body trembled, reflecting the emotional power that constricted him.

"Daddy... why?" silka muttered in a sorrowful voice. "Why did you let this happen? I miss your embrace, your advice, and your warm love. Why did you sell me into a life of suffering like this?"

That night, in the solitude of her room, Silka pondered how her life had changed. She yearns for happy times when she can still feel safe and loved by her family. But now, she is trapped in an unwanted marriage, forced to live under Max's power and control.

Silka clasped tightly onto the blanket around her, trying to calm her shattered self. He felt angry at himself for feeling weak and helpless. However, behind that anger, there was a flame of courage burning in his heart. She knew that she was a strong woman who would not allow herself to be trampled.

In the darkness that adorned her room, Silka made her resolve. He knew that he had to find strength within himself to resist this unfair treatment. He will no longer be a victim, but will rise to be a hero in his own life story.

Slowly, Silka lifted her face that was wet with tears. His eyes that exuded determination looked at the ceiling of his room. He promises himself that he will not give up, that he will find a way to break free from Max's clutches and build a new, free life.

"Max, you might think that you have control over me" Silka said in a voice that was quivering but full of decisiveness. "But you're wrong. I'm a strong woman who doesn't melt easily. I will find a way out of the prison you created and prove that I have a choice in my life."

In the darkness that filled her room, Silka kissed her fragile little hand with newfound confidence. He knew that a difficult journey awaited in front of him, but in any case, inevitably he had to be ready to face it.

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Max sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the deserted ceiling of the room. Her thoughts drifted to the past, when Silka was still a brave and passionate little girl. He recalls the moment when Silka came to his aid after she was beaten by a group of criminals while still sitting in the upper-secondary school (the country's high school grade—A story we take it in one of the closest European countries with Artica.).

Back then, Max lay with a body full of wounds, not only did he also have bruises all over his body. The pain made him almost lose hope, and was self-imposed in blurred vision.

"Generic ... Uhuk ..." Max's tummy body made it hard enough to breathe. Just now he spewed out d4rah through that little cough.

"Mom, Dad ... Where are you guys? Looks like I'm going to m4ti." Max's vision is getting more and more faint. He began to feel between conscious and not.

"Heeeiy ...."

Samar Max hears a small voice from a girl. 'Looks like I've m4ti?'

"Heeii, are you okay?"

This time, Max opened his eyes wide. It turned out that there was a little girl about seven years old crouching nearby. The girl's tiny hand touched the thick red liquid flowing at her temple.

"Are you okay?" the girl did not look scared at all.

Max could only flinch at the girl who was still faint in her sense of sight.

The little girl tried to pull Max's hand, lifting Max's body as a teenager. Of course it's an impossible thing. Max pushes Silka's tiny body.

Silka again tried to lift Max's body. However, seeing the little girl limped, Max tried to brace himself. He managed to stand up even though his body was shaken.

Silka pulls Max's hand which is much larger than her body. "You hold on to me, huh?" Silka put her hand on her shoulder.

"My house is not far from here." The little girl pointed at a building and replied a nod by Max.

Although there was actually no meaning at all, Max did not let go of his grip on the little girl's shoulder until entering a courtyard of the house.

Silka meticulously cleans up the wounds on Max's face and helps treat any bruises on his body. He was undaunted by the sight of the wound and the blood flowing, but instead remained focused on healing efforts. His actions were attentive and affectionate, even though he was still so young at the time.

Remembering that moment, Max felt a faint smile. From that point on, Max kept asking people who worked with his father to keep a close eye on the girl.

He also learned that the girl was changing more and more. His appearance also looks worse due to economic turmoil. Silka's father became a drunk and a gambler after Silka's mother died. Silka often received blows and torture from her father.

In the end, he decided to marry the girl. Because, he heard that the father who lost gambling would give his daughter to the city where he gambled. Silka's father's debt was piled up to torture was no longer able to pay his debt.

"Little Girl, do you really not know who I am? Have you forgotten who the teenage boy you helped back then?"

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Max snapped from his daydream. Someone from behind her bedroom door knocked on the door very quickly.

Max walked towards the door with his cold face. Max approached the door and opened it. In front of him stood Tom, one of his loyal confidants. Tom's face looked tense and full staring at the left right side wildly.

"What's going on?" max asked with a frowning face.

Tom sighed, "Boss, I have important news for you. There are enemies of our clan who disturb the border region of our power. They're taking a series of provocative actions and trying to damage our reputation in the criminal underworld."

Max frowned, "Who are they? What was the motive behind this attack?"

Tom bit his lip for a moment before replying, "They are a rival group that wants to take over our territory and take control of our business. Their motives are not clear, but they have launched a series of small attacks and threatened to overthrow us."

Max's face showed firmness and determination. "Alright, Tom. I'll handle it myself. Prepare all our good members. We will not let them destroy our power without fighting. I want them to regret bothering us."

Tom nodded, "I'll get this message across to all of our members soon, Boss. We'll get ready to fight them."