Prologue:
-Five years ago-

I already knew I wasn't their real child, so why did father remind me daily? Mommy had found me on the beach and refused to let me go, so she raised me as her own child, along with Mark, a blond boy three years older than me.

From then on, whenever Daddy made dinner, he would only make enough for 3 people (him, mommy and Mark), as if to let me know that I wasn't wanted. I, being that delicate age of five, decided not to tell anyone, but kept it as a kind of secret.

On one of those nights, I had skipped lunch so I was extra hungry. I went down to the river to catch a fish to eat. I was thirteen by then so I could support myself. I waved at my best friends, Julia and Natalie, when I got to the river that ran through the town.

I don't remember much after that, but I do remember hearing my father's voice saying, "Goodbye Chelsea" as he pushed me into the river. I, not knowing how to swim, knew this was the end of my short life.

But someone saved me.

I don't recall who it was, but they were quite muscular yet they felt small, so it was a boy about my age. To this day I don't know who it was, but it was definitely one of the village boys.

I made a list of who it could be once I left the small island to escape the wrath of my father.

Vaughn- Julia's cousin

Elliot- Felicia's son and Natalie's brother

Mark- My brother (technically not my brother, but we were so close, it'd been like we were family)

Shea- Native boy

Denny- Fisherman's son

Pierre- the Gourmet's son

Any of these boys could be my savior. But the one who is, I want to know and repay him so I won't be in debt anymore.