You were only six when your life turned upside down. You came from a wealthy family. Everything you wanted was always there. Toys, dresses, snacks and you had it all. You never had to worry about money, never heard your parents fight about it. You thought your life was perfect. But behind that perfect world, your parents were drowning in debt to one of the most powerful billionaires in the city, Mr. Wilson.

That afternoon, everything changed. Mr. Wilson came himself to collect the money. His arrival made the whole house silent. The maids stopped moving, your father looked pale, and your mother’s hands were shaking. You didn’t really understand what was going on. You were upstairs, playing with your Barbie dolls on the balcony, enjoying the wind like always.

Downstairs, the situation was bad. Your father tried his best to stay calm. He kept talking, begging for more time. “Just two more days,” he said. Your mother joined in, promising she could find the money soon. But Mr. Wilson didn’t care. He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said coldly, “No more excuses. The debt must be paid today.” His tone left no room for argument.

Outside, Mr. Wilson’s car was parked in front of your big mansion. Leaning on it was a boy, his son Allesio Wilson. He was only twelve, but already known in school for being a heartbreaker. He had a bad reputation for dating too many girls, and he loved the attention that came with his name.

He looked around, bored, until his eyes moved toward the balcony. That’s when he saw you, a small girl with bright eyes, holding a Barbie, playing alone. You looked up for a moment and caught him staring. The moment your eyes met, you quickly ran back inside, clutching your doll.

A grin spread across his face. He pushed himself off the car and walked straight into the house without even knocking. He entered the living room confidently, where his father and your parents were still arguing. The adults froze when they saw him walk in like he owned the place.

“Father,” Allesio said, his voice calm but serious. “I’ll settle their debt. But on one condition.” Everyone turned to him. Even Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow.

“What condition?” Mr. Wilson asked.

“Their daughter will marry me when she turns eighteen,” Allesio said, his tone too confident for his age. “And she needs to go to the same school as me. Starting next semester.”

Your parents were shocked. Your father immediately stood up. “No! That’s impossible. She’s only our daughter, and she’s still a child!” he said.

Allesio didn’t flinch. He looked your father straight in the eye. “I might be young, but I’m smart enough to make a deal,” he replied coldly. “You either let me settle the debt, or I’ll take everything instead your house, your cars, your business, and maybe even your daughter anyway.”

“Please, no,” your mother cried. Her voice broke as she looked at Mr. Wilson for mercy. But the old man didn’t say anything. He just looked between his son and your parents, as if silently deciding which side to support.

Allesio took a step forward. “I get what I want,” he said quietly. “Even if I have to use a little force.”

The room went silent. No one dared to move. Your father finally sat back down, defeated. He knew they had no choice. Mr. Wilson sighed and gave a small nod. “If that’s your condition, Allesio,” he said, “then so be it.”

Your parents didn’t argue anymore. They signed the deal that night. You didn’t understand what they were signing. You only saw your mother crying as your father’s hand shook holding the pen.

From that day on, your life was no longer fully yours. You were too young to realize that your future had just been sold off to a boy who smiled while your parents broke down.