It doesn't hit me until much later how alone I am or the emptiness I felt from a long ago suddenly felt heavy.I tilted my head heavenward, trying to find an answer that was most probably not there, wondering if there were really an omnipotent being watching, unseen from above that could answer my questions.I blew out a breath.My mind drifted to my adopted mother. Did I regret killing the woman that has given me everything a mother should have?Absolutely not.Do I feel sad sitting on the kitchen counter with the deafening silence around me?No.Killing Rose had been in her and mine's best interest. I either kill her to make an entrance into Vincenzo's secret life or get killed by the criminal organization by association with me when they'll discover my lies.For the nth time, I pick up my phone and stared at it, begging for it to ring or something because sometimes the deafening silence becomes too much that it feels like dr

I may not believe in an omnipotent being, fate, or destiny but I understood the mind's will to survive even if the body could barely stand. It's human nature and that's what I did and will always do.I fought and I survive.I had told myself countless of times that an enemy is always what they are—enemy. But as I stared at Vincenzo's frantic and worried eyes always darting on me I realize it's hard to have a firm grip on my version of reality when the world is showing me a different version of it. It was almost like walking on a cloud of dreams; surreal and vibrant without meaning it too.In my head, I imagined Vincenzo's cool and indifferent face with contempt and distrust swimming in the depths of his eyes as he stared at me. I imagine him throwing Bill a look of pity. But none of those were in his eyes.He almost looked human with a soul.When the vengeful part of me can't take the picture of his troubled face anymore, that part of me was

Now I'm torn between selling Rose's house or keeping it since I sort of moved in with Vincenzo. Vincenzo, of course, wanted me to sell it, ensuring that I would be totally and completely dependent on him in the remaining weeks before our graduation.Gosh, what I have created?It had been three days since that night when I killed Bill and Vincenzo brought me to his home. It had been a dream come true. Later that day I realized, making Vincenzo trust me and infiltrating the organization had been the only easiest parts. The real challenge is to become one of them and to be able to hold a spot within their circle aside from being Vincenzo's fúckbuddy.Maybe if I kill Matias…I let the thought trail off. It would be a fantastic move but a terrible addition to my plan. I can't have two of their assassins die in my hands. I've been lucky the first time, I don't know if I could hitchhike through the second death within their circle especially if the

I walked blindly, my body shaking as I tried to find my way back towards the boutique where I purchased the three pairs of expensive shoes. The moment I saw the stranger that has my father’s face I felt like I was choking on the air I breathed. I wish I could feel anything other than the torture and pain I had gone through in his hands, but as I continue to walk, the more morbid my mind went through.I killed him. I know I do. His remains remained untouched in the old mansion and yet I saw him conniving with one of Vincenzo’s men.Then who the heck did I see?Father is dead. I made sure of it. It can't be him. There's no way in hell that that was my father. It can't be true. Or maybe I'm just hallucinating and seeing things I wanted so badly to forget. Probably, a price I needed to pay for refusing to bend down and succumb to everything I have been through. And no, I refuse to be in his shadow again. Or maybe all this time I am still in his shadow only I did not walk behind him I was