CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

RICARDO

Death, one word that carried depth. Something that had never and will never be evitable. It creeped up at your doorstep, taking you unaware just when your life began holding meaning.

The funniest thing about death was how many people begged for it, yet, it didn’t come.

Many people forced it upon themselves.

And many people planned out how it'd play out for them.

Death was dreaded by all, yet, a lot of people obsessed over it—I might’ve been one of those people who were obsessively fascinated by death.

How else could I describe the way I lived my life? Hiding from people, taking up the name—Ghost, living in the shadows. . . I lived a baseless life until I met my doom and she pulled me out of the shadows and made me her own; her target.

The first time I met Ginevra Rodriguez, I knew I was doomed. What was more baffling was the knowing that she was my ruin, still, I couldn't keep my distance. That was who she was, an enchantress.

She pulled me all the way in and entrap