The Macau Love Story
Prologue Nayla

What kind of fate will I go through after this?"

Sitting leaning against the head of the bed, I was fixated on looking straight ahead with a blank look at the tightly closed door.

My mind drifted to a few days ago. Where I was sold by my aunt, to cover her debts. But I am still confused and in disbelief.

A life I never imagined, far away from my family, a family that never thought of me, and always behaved badly with me. Can it still be called family?

I'd rather live alone than have a family like Nancy's aunt and her children.

I was an orphan girl who was entrusted to my aunt after my mom and dad died. They left when I was 8 because of a plane crash.

And now, what I said was really happening, I was living alone, and worse, I was in a country known for its gambling. The second largest casino in the world.

Macau, this is where I'm stranded right now.

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Decitan a door, unable to disperse my daydream, until a table shake made my body screech.

"Wear this" The woman forcefully throws a piece of clothing, right over my face "The big master will take you to dinner" he continued.

"And this, your bag and your shoes"

I fell silent, not daring to say, let alone look at him.

"Get up" She whispered right in one of my ears, "Master doesn't like dull women" he continued, making my horse's fur bristling.

When the woman stepped out, and when she was right in the doorway, she stopped her steps before her hand pulled the door handle to close "Don't make Mr. Pandu wait long"

Sighing slowly, I was made to look when wearing clothes that were so minimal. A grey dress, slightly below the knee, hemisphere and sleeveless, showing my shoulders and neck.

Do I have to go out in clothes like this?

I sigh again. Are there no clothes more covered? I have never worn open clothing before. Even without wearing a head covering, at least I always wear clothes that cover my body.

The man I know is Pandu Mahardani, a gambling mafia boss here. It can be said that he is an expert in playing gambling, or the king of gambling.

Whoever faces him, don't expect to win from him. That's how I heard it.

Closing my eyes for a moment, hoping to reduce the burdens that burden me at this time. Try to convince yourself that there will be happiness in the future.

I'm 25-year-old Nayla Davika, must be able to go through the days to serve that man. The guy who bought me at a fantastic price.

That means that this man is my master.

I stood in front of the mirror. In this dress, I chose a coach to complete my mini-clothes. I tied my hair so as not to interfere with my eyesight considering tonight the wind was quite strong. While biting my inner lower lip, I checked my appearance once again before exiting this room.

Nayla, you're used to living the rigors of life, you can definitely get through this. You are a strong woman, an independent woman. Who would encourage you if not yourself?

I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly before walking towards the door.

So Nayla, you must be sincere with this destiny...

Seriate...

Nayla Davika's.

First time to set foot in a foreign country (Macau)