Connecting The Connections!

Chapter 11

Anya Zhukov

Gabriel Moore?

Her words resounded in my head for goddess knows how long. I did nothing, none that I can remember. I don't even know him, goddammit!

What was it supposed to mean for me? Was that simply just a sign that whatever would happen again would show up worse? What exactly was their plan?

Did I hear right?

It couldn't be true. Something was definitely out of place but they seem connected.

Stepping into the front porch, I overheard whispers in the study, but nothing felt off till I heard..

"She would be yours by any means; this time, it's you or no one."

"Are you sure she won't reject him like the last time? Maltese, your daughter if I must say, lacks manners."

At this point, I knew who it was and my eyes blazed furry.

Without thinking, I slammed the door open to see shock in about eight different eyes. Staring like they have typically seen a ghost.

"What was that about?" I asked, staring at my worst enemy, my own mother.

"An..Anya, when did you get