This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
PROLOG

"Oh, so it's like that, Jordan!" said Freya in a cold tone.

Freya stepped closer to the two men who were conversing in the corner of the room. The glint of his eyes implied anger and disappointment.

"Freya, since when were you there?" jordan asked a little nervously. He moved from his seat, as did Alex, his interlocutor.

"That's not important, what's important now is that I know how your heart is filled. I'm so disappointed in Jordan!" said Freya with her sharp gaze. He moved closer to Jordan and Alex.

"Freya, relax! I can explain everything" Jordan said.

"I don't need your explanation, everything is clear!" sahut Freya with a hunting breath. His chest seemed to rise and fall withholding emotions.

"Freya, this is not what you imagined. Let Jordan explain it to you." Alex chimed in.

"Shut up!" snapped Freya.

"City___"

"Silence Lex, you're no different from him. I don't need your explanation!" scream Freya.

"Freya don't be rash, let me talk and listen well!" jordan said firmly.

"Shut up, I said shut up! Your conversation just now, was enough for me. Now I know how your heart is. I didn't expect you to be that mean Jordan!" snapped Freya.

"Key___"

"Get out of my life!" freya snapped in a very high tone, while pulling the trigger of the glock meyer pistol that had accompanied her for many years.

Jordan did not have time to avoid, he did not expect Freya would act that determinedly. He fell on the floor, when a hot bullet started lodging in his chest.

"Jordan! Jordan! You're Freya's crazy!" yelled Alex loudly.

***

In the darkness of the night, amidst the heavy rain, and the lightning that struck, a woman sat alone on the porch of the shop.

Her clothes were shabby, and wet, her hair was also wet, and messy.

Depressing. A word to describe the situation of the woman. He sat hugging his knees, enjoying the cold of the night.

The streets are deserted, understandably other than because of the rain, currently the clockwork has shown at 01.00 in the morning.

The woman's eyes returned.

Clear threads trickled back down, flowing down her already wet cheeks. The dark shadows came back to his brain.

As she cried she lost the figure of a mother.

And yesterday he cried because he lost a father.

And tonight he is crying again for the loss of his family, and all the assets he ever had.

It was Freya Olliviera.

A woman who should be very lucky. Born into a conglomerate family. Blessed with a beautiful face, and near-perfect posture. But the truth is, he's not that lucky.

His mother died when he was five years old. He was depressed because he lost someone very close to him.

But slowly the sadness faded, since his father married again he was happy again, he got the affection of his stepmother. A few years later, he was 23, and he had two sisters. He really had a complete family, and was harmonious.

But as time goes by. Everything starts to change.

His father fell ill, he had to work in place of his father in the office. And the attitude of his mother and brother began to change. Their love began to fade. And the highlight is tonight, after yesterday his father left for all eternity, now his stepmother is driving him away. To take away all the assets that should have been his.

And this is where it ends. On the shop terrace by the roadside. He doesn't know where to go, without a cell phone, without money, he can't do anything about it.

"Why should it be like this." Freya muttered in her tears.

A new harsh reality he knew. It turned out that the love of her stepmother had been fake all along. He just wanted the assets that Freya had. So heartbreaking.

Then Freya got up, and got up from her seat. He wanted to go as far as possible, so as not to meet again with his fake family.

Step by step he walked through the heavy rain. No matter how hard the lightning hit. All he thought about was one. Go and go.

But not too far away he walked, Freya felt his gaze begin to blur, his body felt helpless.

And he doesn't remember what happened anymore.

******

A man was driving his car at high speed. After doing a crazy act he wanted to quickly go home. Jordan Vinales is the leader of a mafia group. He was a cold and cruel man. Many did not dare to deal with him.

Jordan slowed down his car when he saw a woman lying on the side of the road.

He got down and took the woman into the car. Then

put him in the back seat of the wheel.

***

Freya blinked her eyes slowly. Feeling the warmth of the sunlight that barged in through the window, and hit him. He looked around the room. A large and luxurious room. The foreign room.

Then Freya got up. He realized that his clothes had been replaced. Not the clothes he was wearing last night.

What happened to him.

Freya thought at the time.

Shortly afterwards, suddenly the door of the room opened, there appeared the figure of a handsome man. His face was pure white with no blemishes. His nose is sharp, and his lips are sensual, very compatible with his sharp blue eyes.

"You're up, Miss?" asked the man as he approached Freya.

"You who?" ask Freya slowly.

"Night I found you passed out on the side of the road. I didn't know your address, so I brought you home." Answer the man.

"Thank you for helping me."

"It's okay. What's yourname?" ask the man.

"I'm Freya." Answer Freya.

"The waiter will prepare your meal. Once you feel better, I'll take you home" the man said.

"Go home." said Freya very slowly almost inaudible.

Where he should go home.

thought Freya at that time.

"Do you not want to go home, Miss?" ask the man.

He saw a look of confusion on Freya's face.

"I don't have a house." Freya answered slowly.

"Where is your family?" the man asked back.

"I don't have a family." Answer Freya.

"really?" jordan did not believe it.

Freya did not answer, she just nodded.

"You don't look like a bum. Even I think you deserve to be rich. Are you tricking me? Are you a spy?" asked the man while looking at Freya fixedly.

Freya looked back at the man sharply. What the man had just said, offended him. He recalled his fake family, and all his assets that now only history.

"I was once rich, but that was then, not now." Freya replied annoyed.

"Have you? what do you mean Miss?" ask Jordan.

"I was banished by my family. I don't have anything. So I don't know where to go." Answer Freya.

Jordan looked back at Freya. And he found no lies there.

Maybe what the woman said was true. Then Jordan's lips carved out a smile.

"Will you come with me.

I can help you get up, and get revenge?" said Jordan steady.

Freya jerks.

He was shocked to hear Jordan's words.

What the hell does this mean?

Who exactly was this man who helped her?

Freya was still stunned, trying to digest a single sentence that had just entered her hearing..

Seriate...