Chapter 63: Genesis of the Hatred

Alexandra POV

I stood at the Balcony enjoying the cool breeze of the morning.

I have always loved this place, because it is close to the beach, but more importantly, this was where the boys spent their vacation. This house is flooded with their childhood memories.

I looked at the picture frame in my hands, it was a picture of Ezekiel and my dear Alessandro.

Ezekiel is seated while Alessandro stood beside him, with bright smiles on their faces. I stroked the picture with tears in my eyes, death snatched them away from me.

I picked up the second frame and it was a picture of my husband, Alfonso.

I smiled sadly and hugged it close to my chest.

Alfonso was just more than my husband, he was my Savior sent by the almighty himself. I loved and adored him, that’s why till this very day I would forever be haunted by his soul— because I killed him.

The journey of my life and the story of my enmity with the Romanos is one I never like to recall because I suffered a lot, and just thinking ab