Insanely To Own You

Prologue

"Why did you leave me, Dad?" With a heavy heart, the young girl stood before the weathered tombstone, her delicate frame trembling with sorrow. 

Her eyes, pools of glistening tears, reflected the anguish that consumed her very being. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying her mournful cries into the ethereal realm, where her father's spirit surely resided.

Her father had just been laid to rest. He was killed in an aircraft accident. As her tears cascaded down her delicate cheeks, a torrential downpour of rain matched the intensity of her emotions.

Her delicate voice quivered and faltered, a symphony of emotions cascading through her being. Tears streamed down her porcelain cheeks, each hiccup a testament to the depth of her sorrow.

In the gloomy place, a man stood beside her, his voice filled with melancholic tenderness. "My lady, it is time for us to depart," he murmured, his eyes betraying the sorrow that weighed heavily on his heart. 

For in this moment, not only had they lost a beloved employer, but he too had lost a cherished member of his own chosen family.

"You go home first, Butler Mario. I just want to spend more time here with my dad," the child whispered gently, hugging her father's tombstone." Even if it rains severely, it makes no difference.

"But, oh, young lad -Butler Mario was about to protest but, the girl pleaded at him. 

"I implore you!" exclaimed the girl with a pleading tone, her interruption cutting through the air like a sharp blade, halting the other man's speech in its tracks. 

In a world where silence held the power to captivate hearts, the girl's voice was a rare gem, a melody that resonated deep within the souls of those who had the privilege to hear it. With a single utterance, she possessed the ability to command attention, stir emotions, and leave a lasting impression. The Butler stood as a pillar of unwavering loyalty and devotion.

The old Butler sighed. He nodded and left the girl to await the car.

As the Butler gracefully departed the area, he left behind a young lady, her heart fluttering with anticipation, in the presence of her beloved father. The air was thick with a mixture of trepidation and longing.

With a sorrowful shake of his head, the butler's trembling hand reached up to brush away the glistening tears that cascaded down his cheeks. His heart ached with a profound sense of connection. 

For he was not merely shedding tears, but rather, he was delicately wiping away the remnants of a deep emotional bond that had formed between him and the girl's father.

In the tender bloom of her youth, she was tragically bereft of her beloved father, who was snatched away from her all too soon. Alas, the mother of the child had vanished, leaving behind a void that could not be filled. Her absence was like a haunting melody, echoing through the corridors of their lives. 

Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as the child yearned for the return of the one who had given them life. But alas, she did not come back, leaving the child to navigate the world without her tender touch. Unfortunately, the child found herself bereft of all familial companionship, save for the enigmatic presence of the butler, as she was left all alone.

"Oh, dearest Dada, shall you too leave me, leaving my heart shattered and my soul adrift in a sea of despair?" Her voice trembled, filled with a mixture of longing and desperation.

"Don't you love me anymore?" she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

The words hung heavy in the air, as if time itself had paused to witness the unraveling as she uttered those words, her voice quivering with the weight of her sorrow, tears cascading down her delicate cheeks.